Monthly Archives: March 2018

  So long away I’ve slept Another day, unwilling Setting into motion, No springtime bud Oh thing unwound as From clocks chimming In churches, bells of steples Brought down to avoid Fire into sanctuaries built Below poetry, scripture Psalms, unwritten from King David, unto another King Condemned for nothing But to preach, heal, wonderment EternalContinue reading “I Write Again of Poetry”

I’ve had worse–this Christianity is not new, and as I was a member, and even a committed member, how do you like that Word?, of First United Methodist, I left in a huff over my first book, not Christian enough for their Library. Hence, I knew that I had to write a second book, maintainingContinue reading “In Retrospect, We Won’t Tell”

Yes, I felt the time with my Savior–“Jesus, I was with you tonight, the nails in my neck, my shoulders in the weight of the sagging flesh, hanging on my tortured flesh, through my forehead a ten penny nail. Yes Jesus, I have chronic pain. I have put it this way to friends, ‘Either IContinue reading “The Time Went By….”

My dad is afraid of pain, and he calls for reassurances that death will not hurt, and I do not think it will hurt, the actual death. I think people associate death with problems leading up to death. I can understand not wanting to hurt, and especially not hurting drastically because It’s been my experienceContinue reading “Dad will actually be 88, and I love him!”

See it is with Love of Mary and Joseph for this Baby with no real dad, and the Baby grew yes, up to teach at the Temple at age 12, teach about Eternal Love, and all the 12-Year-Old was trying to do was teach us that Love is possible, and now that dad in comingContinue reading “Eternal Love, Eternal Life!”