Poetry
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Breakfast in Bed
Every morning when I awaken, I think about bringing God breakfast in bed. As I set my feet onto the floor and step into my slippers, I imagine brewing… Read more.
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I Know Why the Devil Doesn’t Sing
The devil within us is really just a caged bird that longs for the sky. Set it free, and it becomes an angel, singing the glory of God. Read more.
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Suicide Note to Self
Next time, if there is a next time, give us stronger clues as to who we really are. (response: what did you look like before your parents were born?… Read more.
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Metaphysicis
Just as the butterfly destroys its home when God has perfected its delicate wings, so will true worship take flight when you are finally ready to burst through the… Read more.
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Asked and Answered
Many people have asked, “Does God really answer our prayers?” I would answer them, “Who do you suppose is doing the praying?” Read more.
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Catch and Release
If Jesus were a fisherman, would He catch every fish in the lake, throw them all in a crowded bucket, and bring them home to His private aquarium? I… Read more.
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Calling
I left church the other day with my ears ringing, so I answered the phone. “Hello?” I said, but I heard no one– only more ringing. Odd, I thought,… Read more.
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A Night on the Earth
When you go to the Club to toast life and make merry with friends, it does not matter if you are religious or spiritual, or both or neither; God… Read more.
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Lost and Profound*
Yesterday I got lost on my way home. Great pangs of fear came over me, and I recognized not a soul. Last night I knocked on your door. Though… Read more.
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Chaos: an inserenity prayer
May I never again confuse a trifling contentment for peace, or a smothering serenity for joy. May a tacit agreement over shared illusions never seem like harmony with others, or… Read more.
Heretic Asylum 