Poems and posts about life, creativity, and God
oh, lone shopping carton the side of the road.standing tall and proudin the dusty, high weeds. so noble, so free! far from home,scared and alone,only 5 years old.kidnapped from the corralwhen left open. so majestic is your stature:trapezoidal grocery cage withglassless food windows. useful despite your flaws:cracked handle,broken seat,squeaky wheelin need of W-40.left leaning (literally)…
tiny calico cat found in the rocks,stranded from family familiar,in the shade ofthe church’s protective parapet walls. deserted,mewling in misery,distressed. laments of love and lossin less than 40 decibels. cinnamon patchworkwoven throughebony and ivory splotches,like the flag of someunfound landunfamiliar withproper flag making etiquette. plucked from the cementlike a fuzzy weed—uprooted,displaced,then cradled. small enough to…
the cover is missing,but that’s okay—makes it lighter. first few pagesare gone. first visible line says“that Jesus prov…”end of first line. page corner torn awaylike an oldtreasure map(althoughthe real treasurewas within, all along). the bottom corner,stained brownfrom amysterious alien liquid(probably coffee). pages,ripped, frayed and tattered,seemingly made of the originalDead Sea scrollsthemselves. exposed spinewith paper flesheroded…
many say there is no God—that there’s no evidenceof His existence. but I’d arguethat the veryface of Godis in everythingaround us. from the tiniest insects—no bigger than granules of sand—to blue whaleslarger than two school bussesback-to-back. from miniscule lizards to gargantuan elephants.from dainty hummingbirds to mighty eagles.from snacked-on krill to predator sharks. from the millions…
the screeching of car tires but no crash afterward. two engines revving, then racing down empty streets.the sounds faint, then loud, then faint again. a collapse in the backyard but no one’s there. a loud bang in the house that sets the dogs off. rapid sounds that make you wonder if they’re gunshots. the dogs…
