THE MINISTRY

    1985   Love is Love Hate is hate Never the two shall meet.   What kind of Father kills his Son? Not my Father   What has bewitched us so that we can not see? Love is hate Hate is love. It should not be.     Advertisements

COUNTERFEIT

          Silence Like a spear it pierced his heart. I do not know him. Silence Placed him on that cross. When will the silence stop? Loud silence Screaming It is enough. No more                        

FAITH abandoned for Certainty

  CHRIST CHRISTIANITY CHRISTAINTY CERTAINTY   Faith Wearing a short skirt and low cut top  Raped   ” She reveals too much”   Charity With many friends Raped    “She is a slut”   Hope With her arms around her two sisters Whispers He raped me too   “She don’t put out”

THE BONDAGE OF THE WILL

THE BONDAGE OF THE WILL The stallion The powerful majestic Beast Broken by rider As one they are free The Word Confessions and creeds are woven into The saddle Thus Resting on truth From the saddle of knowing The reins Pulled by me This the illusion believes Yes I am free Bit and bridle Reins and … Continue reading

Fear and Hate in Disguise

OUR HATE EXPOSED Fear And Hate Disguised Gliding gracefully under the radar of human consciousness Like an old friend we greet them with a kiss and reminisce of moments shared Old stories Precious moments Fear and hate disguised Love the sinner hate the sin Speak the truth in love We can still love and Believe … Continue reading

Faith Like a Strong Thick Tree

Lord increase my faith Help me believe With roots embedded Like a Strong thick tree   A noble prayer A prayer from lack For we have a hole A Jesus shaped gap He is the answer The salesman’s gimmick Super Super Glue   The church is clever It markets well Finds a need and makes the … Continue reading

ONE BULLET

    Proof texts like bullets penetrate flesh An ugly distortion Of sacred text   Words are the bullets   Your right to bear arms   Find the words Remember the verses   Safety off Bang   Your dead   Sola Scriptura It only takes one bullet ———————————- This poem was a hearfelt sadness that … Continue reading

Five Hundred’s Reason Against Inerrancy

I used to say that I did a four-year apprenticeship to learn how to play “Five Hundred”. The game that was played during crib breaks underground was more important than any actual work that happened in the mine. It was with great fear that I would stand in for one of the regular players – … Continue reading

The Map

Turn around go back Wrong way, wrong track I know where I am going I hold the map Another dead end another trap Don’t worry I hold the map Praise God! A sign lets follow that whoops wrong way wrong track I hear a voice, a quiet still voice, lets follow that Another dead end … Continue reading