#missionary
Heed, heed o trees
I have a heart ready to set sail.
Roar, the slow clouds roar their route
to everlasting;
I have packed my bags.
I have steeled my eyes.
Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 6:17 PM UTC
you are paying attention to this,
that is true,
a fact to you. If
you choose to play this game, this
riddle,
knock-knock joke
life mission, imagine mission is message,
earn or take as granted,
all that's set before you, whatever's sold,
grace is on the table.
Who would ever walk away, without
thinking, what if I take this chance, take this
grace as given, free,
what if what I give comes back to me,
gen
gen gentle generous generation in
grave reality,
sharp pointed, piercing reality as needle
needs thread,
this needs be said, I know,
my mission is to stitch, just, in time,
a tear
torn from your soul that splashed in my past,
so I sent this ahead,
to wait for you.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
A naive missionary
Trying to be visionary
Did something real scary
He went to North Sentinel Island
A place inhabited by lost savages
And now nobody can find him
Because they violently ravaged him
He had visions of healing
And also God revealing
He was worth revering
After the savages hearing
His apocryphal cheering
Would stop their spearing
Causing societal endearing
But he arrived on the shore
For a one sided war
Of blood and gore
Until he was no more
This man of God
Saw man as flawed
And looked for applause
By teaching glorious laws
Of his divine cause
But met flying claws
He couldn’t pause
Their brains were too narrow
Much like their arrows
That flew like war sparrows
Into his bone marrow
Spreading God’s love
Without safety gloves
Leads to push and shove
Instead we must look above
While giving others space
Treating them with grace
And not seeing it as a race
Where their lifestyle must be replaced
Or their brutal culture erased
But be aware of the problems we face
When we start to desperately chase
Moments of transcendence
And fame
That will ultimately end us
In shame
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Oh God, my God, I wish you were there,
I wish I could leave here, without a care.
Oh God, My God, we used to be friends,
Your voice stopped calling,
And I kept on falling,
Oh God, I dreaded the day our love ends.
Oh God My God, I want to touch Base,
To feel once again, the warmth of your face.
Oh God, My God, We fell out of touch,
I became self-reliant,
When your voice fell silent,
Oh God, Why stop giving? Did I ask for too much?
Oh God, my god, You left me alone,
Alone to speak of a cold empty throne.
Oh God, my god, like a ship lost at sea,
I long for the war,
I don’t fight any more,
Oh god, hands over my eyes, but now I can see.
Oh god, my god, I know you arnt there,
I gave you my all, like longs needing air.
Oh god, my god, books back on the shelf.
I’ve been granted reprieve,
I no longer believe,
Oh god, there’s no god, so I speak to myself.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
ive traveled here and there.
ive seen incredible works of art
and pieces of history
scattered across the globe.
never will i know "home",
never will i fully belong,
never will i not miss someone.
a life full of adventures
and new faces,
i wouldn't trade it for anything.
the pain is always there,
but the memories will never fade.
joy will always abound
in the hope for the future
and the days of the past.
being a world traveler,
a vagabond,
has its troubles.
but the rewards make
it well worth it.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
Be serpent shrewd and dove docile,
my Teacher tells me and sends me,
His sheep among wolves with nothing
packed except a walking staff,
but no gold is worth this good news
my Master unmatched by silver,
so I’m empty-handed but full-Spirited
for His might in me somehow inside
I feel Him living, as I travel places
to preach a Kingdom coming to my people
who wait with open doors to listen,
my work a different kind of fishing,
casting out with healing words
reeling others in to follow Him.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
The taste of my teeth is repulsive
All my fingers are jammed.
Blood should not be leaking in his head.
That red headed, freckled face kid was only doing the work of his god.
That broken nosed saint laying in his hospital bed.
I wonder if he wonders where his god went.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
When Ebola’s fever begins to rage,
The prognosis isn’t nice,
Monoclonal antibodies
are needed from three mice.
The mice must first become exposed
to a weakened viral strain.
Their antibodies harvested
and combined with those of man.
Strangely the proteins that we need
are grown best in a ****
A modified tobacco plant
will do the job indeed.
The serum, that derives from plants,
had not had human trials.
(but eight of ten young chimpanzees
endorse what’s in that vial.)
Our missionaries, sick unto death
were clearly in no position
to refuse to try the medicine
that might provide remission.
Their rebound was miraculous.
To Atlanta now they fly.
Man finds himself in debt to a mouse.
“Good job, little guy!”
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC