I am what You have made of me

You have pressed my brokenness between Your palms and made of me a new kind of ordnance, dense, weighty, deceptively simple and small. You heft me from hand to hand with fierce joy, enjoying Your work, savoring Your plan. I am the stone in the slingshot, the sickle in the field. I am a bullet... Continue Reading →


probably the wrong “somewhere”

slow-building, mundane pressures push me into a mold I don't like. voices, high and low, talk me into a corner I didn't choose. God's tireless chisel crumbles me into a shape I don't understand. my desires fracture and fly out from me in all directions. the path winds, and wanders, and fades into the blank... Continue Reading →

one more chance

i cannot change the world, i cannot heal it, i cannot even fathom it. i am glad that i cannot understand. if i could, i imagine i would only cradle my head in my hands. i thank you God for my light yoke, for my small piece of the puzzle. i am sorry for my... Continue Reading →


in the blackness all I have is Your hand so don't pat me on the head and tell me it will all be all right don't shrink my head and tell me to try harder don't tell me I'm not enough don't tell me I'm just fine tell me the truth take me away lead... Continue Reading →


Presently, my day is measured out In tablespoons of coffee, Cigarettes, And entries on the punch-clock. Input sweat, output bills, No slack, no overflow--simple. But...I'm not simple. It's just a disaster When I try to pour my big, messy self Through the clean little funnel Of work and society And all that blah blah blah...... Continue Reading →


Boxes, lines, angles. Cages, walls, corners, Restrictions, borders. No one put me in this pen But me. God set me on the Earth and said “The world is yours. Get out there and dominate it.” I scratched my head, Scratched lines in the sand, Said “I’m good, thanks.” And God said, “For fuck’s sake.” He... Continue Reading →


I remember as a child the afternoon sky growing dark as twilight beneath the shadow of summer thunderheads, and dashing out to play in fields of tall yellow grass and crackling bracken. breathing air thick with the smell of storm, drinking wind that fretted the wilted heads of wild flowers, I and the whole earth... Continue Reading →

simplify me, please

simplify me, please. my heart is a rope knotted and tied tight, my strength is a pit bull frothing on a choke chain, my mind is a heavy, ticking machine of unfathomable purpose. simplify me, please. gather up these scattered shreds of me and set them alight, turn them to smoke in the gentle breeze... Continue Reading →

in Your eyes

who was I in Your eyes before I ever took a breath? what was my first blue print, first draft, first sketch? is my loose-tied frame still hung on Your intention? or has my heart fallen deep into a cage of my invention? am I to fly arrow-true the desired path of Your sight? or... Continue Reading →

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