In the dimly lit corners of histories rehearsed,From bars to blessings, a tale reversed.Chained by past mistakes, in shadows he was immersed,Now a beacon for change, where hope has conversed. From alleyways of anguish to sanctuaries bright,He rose with conviction, igniting the light.Behind every mistake, beyond every scar,Lies a story […]
Read MoreThe Tapestry of Intricate Design
In a room where the walls are hung with the tapestry of choices made, in colors bold and washed out, a man sits in contemplation. His gaze lingers on the moments woven into the fabric of his life. He is a father—a role, a label, an identity layered with the […]
Read MoreGod’s Own Breath: a poem about the “Ruach Hakodesh”
In the vast expanse, before time took its breadth,Hovered a force, God’s own manifest breath.The Ruach Hakodesh, not just tales of the old,But a living Spirit, stories untold. From ancient scrolls, to our heartbeat’s quest,It’s the whisper in the wind, the surge in your chest.Before mountains stood tall, or stars […]
Read MoreTo hear the heart’s plea; a poem about Matthew 15.
In a sunlit slice of ancient time, where tales find their crest,We disciples stood witness, to a faith truly put to the test.There, amidst the footprints of sand and sounds of the divine,The Canaanite woman’s voice rose, her destiny to entwine. “Son of David!” she called, her voice breaking the […]
Read MoreMaking Ghosts Beneath our Feet
In the heart of tempest’s bluster, midst the waves that did conjoin, The disciples saw a figure, in the dim, faint moonlight’s shine. ‘Twas a form, so unfamiliar, moving with celestial grace, In the stormy sea it wandered, not a ripple, not a trace. “Is it but a ghost?” they […]
Read MoreA Beacon in the Tempest
In the patterned cloths of upbringing, thread by thread, we’re often bound,In the whispers of our households, where unspoken truths resound.As we navigate existence, political views are often found,Yet they never tell the whole of who we are, nor where we’re bound. They ask me, with their puzzled gaze, my […]
Read MoreShadowed by the Cross’s Reach
Pastors stand beneath the spire, shadowed by the Cross’s reach, Guiding hearts through life’s mire, entrusted with God’s speech. In robes of hope, they lead the flock, toward light’s embrace, Yet even they, against the clock, can stumble in the race. From pulpit high, they weave the words, threading love’s […]
Read MoreThe Heart of the Storm
In the heart of the storm where judgments roar, As a pastor, a shepherd of God’s own core, A beacon of faith, yet so much more, Queer, neurodivergent, once a convict’s score. Emotions rise, like waves upon a shore, Anger surfaces, a lion’s mighty roar, Not the primal beast, but […]
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