His Handiwork

He who paints these flower petals is my God who designed my eyes, hazel-ish green and yellow around the pupil, though hard to be seen I know it's there Evidence my Father in heaven cares He who lushes lilacs with aroma is my God who embedded in my being pheromones, my own unique body odor … Continue reading His Handiwork

Little Moses

Oh the woe Of his Hebrew mama A slave more restrictions than ever she could imagine her new baby beauty engraved in his eyes staring into her thirsting for the milk only she could provide But oh she cannot get attached She will have to release him heart-named her son yet to protect him she … Continue reading Little Moses

His Moon

By refocusing our space program on Mars for America's future, we can restore the sense of wonder and adventure in space exploration that we knew in the summer of 1969. We won the moon race; now its time for us to live and work on Mars, first on its moons and then on its surface … Continue reading His Moon

Same Jesus, Different Season

Then they gathered around Him and asked Him, "Lord, are you at this time going to restore the kingdom to Israel?" He said to them, "It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by His own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on … Continue reading Same Jesus, Different Season

Museum or Faith?

Such ground of holy Of those who know Him The Lamb of God, the Son of Man Removing my sneakers A chameleon in the crowd Though I stretch, I cannot see what is shroud Is it a tomb? Recreated with a giant stone? Wishing I was taller My desire for higher Knowledge pushes me toward … Continue reading Museum or Faith?

And The Stone was Rolled Away

He tells us in His Word the darkness lifted at 3 on Good Friday But what was it like then through Saturday? I picture God's sky His canvas hanging low not high For He knew the heavy leaven In souls who did not trust or were ignorant to heaven Shock-filled tears Their Lord lost only … Continue reading And The Stone was Rolled Away

A Poem of Easter

It is finished, Jesus said As He gasped and bled None of us really know How much sin was in His blood flow Was it ours? Oh my yes, for all our life hours The earth shook Darkness hung while fear overtook The hearts of men and women Not remembering the Temple would rise again … Continue reading A Poem of Easter

Will We Humble Ourselves?

Bending I observe the trees as they contend With His holy wind Meant to awaken us to our sin God shakes But He cannot be shaken God moves Even in those who seek to prove No truth is in His Spirit Will they ever open their hearts to know it? I keep praying Lord, bring … Continue reading Will We Humble Ourselves?

A Poem of Palm Sunday

Joy rising Echoes of every-day life Gathering Clamoring To see Our coming King Oh praise Him! But wait do you see Him On a donkey? Do we still believe? Shouldn't He be Clothed in majesty Crowned with gold Accompanied by servants of old? Our King should be noble Full of wisdom and knowing And we … Continue reading A Poem of Palm Sunday