Saturday, January 31, 2015

My Lord

My Lord is the night jasmine that fills the nostrils in the warm summers eve.
My love is the creator of all and the origins of our manifestation.
His words are sweet to taste like berries from bushes grown by the sea.
His thoughts are more pure than a newborns first yearning.
 The mist lifts from my vision and the way is
made clear.
                                                         (illustration by Theresa Rogers Grand-daughter)

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Free dog

It is Costa Rica where I don't think a dog has ever been on a leash. Relaxing in a hammock this guy jumped up and joined me. A great deal of petting and playing passed when his owner showed up. He told me in broken English that he has never put his dog on a leash, " It is important he knows he is free, it is good for the health!"

Friday, January 23, 2015


My Lord, I am laid low before your face child of glory and prince of this place.Your mercy moves me and your lips are sweet to taste. Join with me this day as into your heart I race.

Thursday, January 22, 2015


Like the roots hiding under the rainforest floor we are tangled together. Reaching towards our creator breaking the earth and unfolding each individual a leaf, a feather, a colorful frog. A river runs through us giving us new life every time we die. We are in this together.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015


Sometimes I need to let it all go smoke a cigar and relax! Jesus and Satan can wait, or join me for one! No big literary thoughts, destiny on hold, words on hold.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

"It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours.

  It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell."

Saturday, January 10, 2015

I also have a brother named James.

I too have been misunderstood as much as I have misunderstood. Just like you I have fasted in the desert for forty one days and camped next to our father in the glorious sunshine that followed the rain. Like you I brought good tidings from the Kingdom and left the imprint of glory on ghosts unaware. The children believe in me like they believe in you. There devotion is heartbreaking and a tribute to you, did it seem that way to you too? Wake me up as I sleep tonight, come to my window and radiate it with your light and the angels heralds delight, transform me into the man you meant me to be for our name sake alone! Have mercy on your enslaved son for the sake of your famous mercy for I too have a brother named James who encouraged me to "see it through".

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Unchained Melody and blue eyes crying.

The moment I begin to feel like I might actually lose her I lose my breath. I always wind up becoming much closer to God and praying naked, ashamed, repentant, adamant and without abandon. Its the most honest moments I will ever have with my Lord and creator. When I open my eyes I am in her arms and able to breath again.