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orange twilight    glows over the waters    fir silouettes stretch    across the horizon    along the island mountains beyond beyond metaphorbeyond storybeyond discontent the shaded path meanders    mile after milethe silent and persistent    life of the forest        moss and fern and woodtranscends    scientific explanations    the seeking […]


O and the ocean does churnand the mountains do standand the sun does shine across the waters And all the criticsfight the constant tideof trivia and envy and need The tiny child rests againstits mother’s quiet breastsafe and unknowinga part ofapart fromall the angry urgent majestic world.

winter poem

silent wild fury
descends from deep heights
quiet I stand
made of secrets


It was the awlthat blinded little Louisthat was usedto create the first braille. It was the everymanthe destroyer of sons and daughtersthe wounder and the woundedthe patient and the doctorthe blind leading the blind. I am the blind oneI am the maker of waysfor all of us unhealed.I tell rumors of light and colorand unseen […]


“Then He said, “Take now your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I shall tell you.”” Genesis 22:2, NKJV. Your son your only son whom you love: Take him tie him […]

Public discourse in a nation full of boneheads

Ossification occurs when soft tissue turns into bone. Sometimes this is good, as when an infant’s soft cartilage transforms into healthy normal bone as the child grows. Sometimes this is bad, as when spots in breast tissue calcify and can indicate cancer. Malicious ossification is a perfect metaphor for the current state of our national […]

There is no hole in the gospel

There is a book apparently circulating around my church called “The Hole in our Gospel.” The byline is “What does God expect of us?” First, I want to make it clear that while the author, Richard Stearns, means well, I strongly stand against the message of this book. I will go as far as to […]

The wild river

I went down to the wild river todayIt is sometimes opaque turquoise, sometimes gray, sometimes blue. It is never the it was clear emerald greenwith a mighty constant roarand white foam bursting from the stolid rockstanding firm in the wild frothy midst. The boulders and banks were covered in white snowwith dark green and […]