rejoicing for the rain

in all my years it has never been this easy
to live life in the Spirit
to be free of anguish, with no lament

with the ease of the rain falling softly on the earth
you have laid me down
and i am washed clean again

gentleness knows its way for never has it tasted rage
i am in the quiet now among it's wise ways
settling in my soul with nothing less than praise
for from Him, to Him and through Him are all things

the birds of the air and the trees of the field rejoice
for their eyes have no veil
their bridal is broken and they are what they are meant to be
it is from the earth they are born
and to the earth they will return
a ceaseless sacrifice of life unto death
so that we may someday live again


no blessing has been withheld from the offspring of Adam
nor the daughters of Eve
the cup that was spilled is spilling and will one day spill
for we are eternal and unending
forever we are free and surrounded by glory

so as the rain covers the earth and washes it clean
it returns to its end so it may begin again

i have decided that i would like to give living a try. i do not think that is a bad thing is it?

the ghost cat of west 33rd

silent her whisper falls

as it lands on deaf ears

we tremble as the room grows cold

we are not alone

she is dying to be heard

the ghost cat of west 33rd

Im on a bus right now!

more to come.

do you ever feel like dale earnhardt?

i do.
i think i am trying to win a race driving a car that has no steering wheel. it's very exciting... at times. other times you can see i'm flailing my arms in the air and screeming like a teenage girl who just found out rob pattinson is gay. it keeps me young though; the blood flowing through my veins that is (rob pattinson punn intended). i figure it can't be too long before i either win the indy 500 or crash into the wall. one way or the other i will have my ending i guess. what more can i ask for? just to be clear for my many many readers out there, these are not words of depression. in fact i feel quite the opposite of depressed behind the stearing column of this wheeless vehicle. Im just really glad im on the track and not driving miss daisy.

God is good.

the sad sea waves

Sad sea waves roll under moonlight,

Gently weeping upon the shore.

The salt of their tears dry the sandy skin.

They leave a reminiscing glow,

The earth cracks open.

Warmth spews from sprawling cuts and gives birth to new life.

Mother moon shines with sorrow,

Her children dancing before her.

Their lives lead to distant crevices where her love cannot shine.

Yet she knows her presence is everlasting

to whom it may cocern

you are nothing i could have imagined. i can not explain the joy i feel inside. i am scared. can i handle this gift? will i become what i must? the spark in your eye picks me up and i know everything will be as it should. this is something much needed; the forgetfulness of my self want.

the bottom is near the top. if you can not remember the bottom, the top will take you there.

tonight the sun tucks away beneath a blanket of snow and speaks not to her followers. we wait in wonder of what she will do next. will tomorrow manifest or will the darkness linger?

its nearly ten o clock now and already the picture of morning eludes our memory. so sure a thing must need no remembrance.

but what shall we do if she decides to shine no more? remember tomorrow like it will never come because this day will only happen once. every moment spent waiting is one more moment never to be felt again.