She is Becoming

As she unsticks her wings she knows not all she's got confined, contained safe, though tainted her past lingers in her mind her limbs, legs and tiny toes freely climbing bark walking anywhere she wanted in the park could she? perhaps the defining question is ... will she? wriggling her head through fresh air touches … Continue reading She is Becoming

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

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