#abiding
I sit with my sin held out
Filth mucks up my hands
And still He sits, not leaving
"Lord, surely I must do some-"
Laughs, touches my hand
"Simply be in what I've done"
"The Lord has Coffee with Me"
Omaha, N-E
April the twelfth, 'Twenty-Five
I look upon Him
He looks back
Peace and joy mingle
He abides in you
[Vine and branch]
You abide in Him
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 11:34 PM UTC
Isn’t it strange
how in this brief exchange
of the creative impulse
we gain
a certain kind of intimacy
with each other
yet we never
smell each other
shake hands
breathe the same air
put up with personal idiosyncrasies
and off-putting voice inflections –
all the things our friends and loved ones have to.
Yet here we occupy hearts and minds
many of our friends and loves do not know
with such closeness, interiority, and connectedness.
What a strange and magnificent gift!
Oct 9, 2021
Oct 9, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
Clerks (and the)
"Felon"
(and) A Serious Man
12 Angry Men (sit)
"A Few Good Men"
(in the) City Of Men
The Fugitive (seems)
"Fearless"
(stands with a) Smile
"Scent Of A Woman"
Presto (he says)
(and there would be no) Law Abiding Citizen
"The Gods Must Be Crazy"
(to let) Someone Like Him
Getaway (free)
The Sting (is that)
"Cell 211"
(remains) Empty
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
The voices pierce my thoughts like lightening bolts
Filling what could be silence or ideas
Loneliness and need leave holes in my psyche
Though I'm alone, I'm still beside myself
My few friends are "acquaintances"
Though I do love them dearly
The Spirit of God is so abiding
It makes me wake early
Eager to minister to the souls in hiding.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC