Surely I Have Walked Into Desolation

This constant battle! This battle of want, and need, and hope, and hopelessness. One way or another I’m left to the fearful quietness that is my mind. Endless waves of what I can be, what I never was, where I will be, and what I simply cannot do. Waves of grace…waves...

Barricaded & Forgotten

Barricaded and forgotten these walls hold the sounds of few and the sight of one forsaken. Each moment spent is a reminder of the past. As the dawn approaches, new thoughts shine forth. Each wall tells a different story of the same event: Brokenness, deception,...

Will This Chaos Ever End?

Can anyone know? This truth weakens the bones as the malevolent beast surrounds, these mischievous creatures lie, and the malicious monster conquers. Anger. Agitation. It all speaks to these desolate mendacities! These pondering questions give way to hollow answers....

The Marriage of Reality and Dreams

Portrayed by the endless sight of lonely images, a thought crosses the mind of eternal being. Was this the life I chose? Is this the life I chose? Plagued by a disaster of unwanted memories, of unwanted feelings, the divorce of reality and dreams cry brokenness....

The Valley Forever – Part 3

Perspective is all that can be left. A change of mind. A change of heart. A change of love. Unconditional is not just that of One but of Its creation. Forgiveness. Acceptance. Freedom. When all is lost, Freedom remains. Jubilation is a word overstated. Responsibility...

December Death – Part 2

The winter solstice begins tomorrow; it’s cold, rainy, and cloudy. In a way, this could describe the last 15 months of my life. My last post described Mt. Moriah. Unfortunately, this post concerns the cross.  This post concerns death. The path leading up to the cross...

Season of Moriah – Part 1

Mt. Moriah. That dreaded place of uncertainty. That place of no return where death cringes up the spine. Nothing good can come from it. The Lord tells me to kill that very thing that I hold dear. That very child that He gave me! What kind of God is this? What kind of...

Woken Dreams (February 2009)

I found this the other day. I wrote it during a dark time of my life in the spring semester of 2009. My dreams woke up with wounds that heal, but these scars, they remain the same. My life brewed with meaning, with purpose. Memories and time can’t be changed, but the...