Spyglass [Poem-a-Day: 22]

Spyglass [Poem-a-Day: 22]

I pick up my spyglass
on this fine overcast day,
and raise to the horizon
to see what comes this way

Dawn thunders on,
pouring over the waves:
The crests of these grassy hills,
burning embers, they blaze

Dawn slips on by,
bringing with it noon-day light.
The sky is still a blanket,
and the birds are a-flight.

Dusk rises up
from the horizon to seize;
before her long purple gown
the remnants of day flee.

Night hushes us
with its midnight blue song.
The clouds slip away to show
the starry host and throng.

Sing through the night,
my darling, sing with the moon,
and I’ll raise up my spyglass
to the Right-Now’s tune.


King of Light [Poem-a-Day: 25]

Oh King of Light,
please bind up these lies;
these lies that consume us,
and tie up our minds.

Oh King of the Armies,
come shatter these chains.
This bondage is heavy,
and it just won’t break.

Oh King of my Peace,
please come breathe on me.
Clear up the air,
to You no devils compare.

There’s no darkness in You,
in You there’s no fight.
No lies can hold up,
to Your love and Your light.

With You all the darkness
and devils, they flee,
and I’m finally gasping,
I’m finally free.

Jason Tied Up [Poem-a-Day: 24]

[written t0 the homeless soul I met on Thanksgiving that is still breaking my heart]

Jason tied up
from his head
to his toes
in all the lost knowledge
his lost mind can hold.
It’s garbled and jumbled,
out in a mutter and slurr.
Some dark mysticism
at work here I’m sure.

Oh Jason alone
lost in all of these tombs,
not wanting to scare,
but cannot not share.
Can’t shake off this moment,
of four listening ears,
gauging and weighing
if your sayings are clear.

Jason, be free.
Come out into the light.
It’s stronger I promise,
than all the darkness inside.
You haunt and you’re haunted
by all you’ve seen with your eyes.
So look up to Jesus,
please, there’s still time.

A Poem in the Night [Poem-a-Day: 19]

A poem in the night
like a whisper on the wind
revealing the thoughts of the
innermost man.

Wake in the morning
to find those sentiments passed,
still the poem keeps on whispering,
“Look what we’ve found.”

Autumn Leaves [Poem-a-Day: 13]

Autumn Leaves [Poem-a-Day: 13]

Autumn leaves fall to the ground,
blanketing the earth in
soft yellow kisses,
like butterfly wings
or big flower petals.
What passed unnoticed in summer months
now catches my eye,
flaunts all its color,
and lays silently as
its last majestic finale.
Don’t wait too long to incline your ear;
their songs fade quickly,
masked by soft crunches.
But as you listen you may hear
that sweet final hallelujah:
“In death, my love, I loved you best.”

Election Day Prayer [Poem-a-Day: 8]

God, heal our land,
the land of our souls.
Remind us evermore,
of our Eternal Home.

Midnight Haikus [Poem-a-Day: 7]

I like poetry
But not when I feel sickly
My brain hurts now too

Is this a cop out?
That is very possible
Or I am lazy

But I did research
How to create a haiku
Counting my fingers

Laying in the dark
Counting to five and seven
While I moan in pain

Today’s poem goal is fulfilled
Still I keep typing

Rhythm and math is
A fun combination for
Pushing away stress

Maybe this poem goal
Not a burden anymore
It is now a joy