A Parable: Hot Coals

Flames and torment are for those who slip away. This man had no idea what he was getting himself into. I can't even recall what he did. Quite honestly, I don't even know if I pushed him to it. There's just something strange about him, and I need to figure out what it is. The … Continue reading A Parable: Hot Coals

A Parable: Waking Up

Get out of bed. Make your coffee. Smell your favorite candle. Feel the breeze outside and the bird's song. Enjoy this very moment. It's quite hard to do. Trust me. I try all the time to get this sorted out. For some reason, I'm quite terrible at the small things. Have you ever been to … Continue reading A Parable: Waking Up

A Poem: The Great Departure

At one time, I was full of what I thought was hope. I beat myself up with this hope as if I was going to change for anything better. I swallowed down the words of others to fuel my ego as I sought to be "humble", but my pride wouldn't die. There was a flame … Continue reading A Poem: The Great Departure

Dear Church

Dear church, Thank you for showing me how messed up I was. I wouldn't have realized that you messed me up if your doctrine didn't tell me I was. Thank you for showing me that I can achieve anything if I die to myself. The more I die to myself, the more I'm not accepted … Continue reading Dear Church

A Poem: Waves

Here I am, being as an ocean. I am complete in all. I am the birth of life and the destruction of a storm. I am the blue sky and the water that nourishes you. You are in me and I am in you. There is nothing that can separate. The wind moves with me … Continue reading A Poem: Waves

A Poem: Though Subtle, It Whispers.

I sit in my car and listen to songs that once brought me so much pain and I realize that it still remains. It's not a ringing in my head like a migraine of suffering, but rather, it's a still small voice. I hear the whisper and realize that I am still healing. I'm not … Continue reading A Poem: Though Subtle, It Whispers.

A Poem: People Only Care When I Point Out Elephants and Skeletons

Point the fingers and the crowd comes running. I see the play but it's not funny. The mass creates its own demise. They create their own dark skies. People like to see elephants. The same people don't act to make a difference. I'm sick of digging graves to expose your skeletons. You won't clean out … Continue reading A Poem: People Only Care When I Point Out Elephants and Skeletons