Poems and posts about life, creativity, and God
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…
I sit herein my bathroom,thinking about the Saviorandhow He has given meso much. I sit hereon the edge of the tubwith a notebook on my knee,the pen scratching the page,and the only soundto accompany meis my own breathing. in, out.in, out. my wife sleeps in the other roomjust beyond the door.I hear her breathing as…
walked my kids along the normal pathwe usually take. it was littered with trashI had never really noticed: a discarded Covid mask (black cotton).unused Taco Bell sauce packets.overturned construction panel(orange and white),the bottom opened like a depressed mouth.an empty Capri Sun packet.half of a large convenience store Styrofoam cupthat will never break down.crushed oleander flowers…
