Faith-Related Stuff

Not to say that all of my writing isn't influenced by my faith, but that these deal with it fairly explicitly.

A Brief Scene

“It was a good choice,”
she smiled as they left
the cramped and crowded
theater.

“I’ve seen better,”
he mumbled, unaffected in
a shameless move for pointless
control.

Never dead, never awake,
not intentionally evil nor trying
for truth, but only seeking
self.


The Fall

We lay in deep embrace
inching warm death up round our waists.
Hidden in the blackness of its shroud,
we steal away to some secluded
Garden corner,
ignoring saddened, searching cries.




To the condemner…

Dear Sir
—or Madam:
The LORD would request
that you return
His gavel, and
encloses the
following message:

“Judgment is mine.”

He also wishes to
inform you that
He would be
more than happy
to offer some
lovely grace
in exchange,

which you are welcome
(and encouraged)
to share.
It should suit you
far better than
the black robe and
stern look.

Warmest Regards,
Faith, Hope, and Love

P.S.
We humbly suggest
some apologies
might be in order.


Gideon

I’ve found I
need the things
that shine—
a little light
to blind the
nagging doubt.

So I took
it—Your proof,
Your truth—
I took the
treasure won by
Your hands,

saying, “Thine be
Israel, but grant
me this:
some small shimmering
tokens of our
great victory.”

The fire raged;
I melted faith
into form—
placed it in
the land of
Your promise,

and all Israel
slithered like snakes
around golden
idols, losing Your
name in the
bright confusion.

You see, whether
wet or dry,
I couldn’t
catch You with
the water near
the fleece.

I’d prefer the
deaf ears of
dead statues
to trusting in
still, small voices.
Simply put,

I’ve found I
need the things
that shine—
a little light
to blind the
nagging doubt.



Untitled

Like ghosts, the clouds (in shadow) flow
Undefined and unrestrained
Over the static green of the field.

Like Providence, the spectral wind blows
Unseen, though dimly palpable
Through the sprawled fingers of the trees.

Like our moment, a little boy plays in the grass,
Unalarmed or unaware
As past and future move within and without.