Make friends with the truth
As holding on to safety
Is the false story
Something Whitty
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Friend Shame
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
Hiding away in the dense forest I can’t see my hand before my face
But your voice told me you were my friend,
keeping me safe
And trees pressing in all around so that I couldn’t breathe from the dank musty air
You drew closer and I thought you were my friend,
keeping me safe
Squeezing in tighter and tighter
Dryness in the mouth and the blood emptying my body were signs that I ignored
Despite these droughts at the time I still thought it was you
keeping me safe.
Years roll by and the forest is jungle increasing in danger and still you are my companion
I’ve grown so used to you, we fit together and were comfortable and you were,
keeping me safe.
Slashing our way together in avoidance of harm you introduced me to Numb,
Numb was fun and became my friend who helped me forget about the darkness,
keeping me safe
And you were so close that I forgot you were there,
keeping me safe.
But somehow, at the right time, light broke through the canopy.
You tried harder and harder to keep my mind on the jungle
But the light shined upon the both of us
Twisted metastasized synergy of sin and brokenness had reached the center of the jungle…
…and you would have me stay there.
The light revealed you were no friend at all.
You are Wormwood, whispering in my ear, “I will keep you safe.”
“YOU LIAR.”
“You and your friend Numb, can go to hell.”
Hiding away in the dense forest I can’t see my hand before my face
But your voice told me you were my friend,
keeping me safe
And trees pressing in all around so that I couldn’t breathe from the dank musty air
You drew closer and I thought you were my friend,
keeping me safe
Squeezing in tighter and tighter
Dryness in the mouth and the blood emptying my body were signs that I ignored
Despite these droughts at the time I still thought it was you
keeping me safe.
Years roll by and the forest is jungle increasing in danger and still you are my companion
I’ve grown so used to you, we fit together and were comfortable and you were,
keeping me safe.
Slashing our way together in avoidance of harm you introduced me to Numb,
Numb was fun and became my friend who helped me forget about the darkness,
keeping me safe
And you were so close that I forgot you were there,
keeping me safe.
But somehow, at the right time, light broke through the canopy.
You tried harder and harder to keep my mind on the jungle
But the light shined upon the both of us
Twisted metastasized synergy of sin and brokenness had reached the center of the jungle…
…and you would have me stay there.
The light revealed you were no friend at all.
You are Wormwood, whispering in my ear, “I will keep you safe.”
“YOU LIAR.”
“You and your friend Numb, can go to hell.”
Sunday, February 23, 2014
No Plagiarising Please (A Shared Father/Daughter Exercise)
Once it’s gone you’ll never get it back
Perhaps
another option that we will never lack.
One choice is underground the deeper the better
Or up on
the surface that is wetter than wetter
This is black as coal, we call it Texas tea.
The other
H2O gives life to you and me.
Powering our cars and warming are homes
Quenching our
thirst down to our bones
Burning this fuel make the air bitter
The other
floods the land while drowning the critters
When the oil runs out, we don’t know the hour
We’ll have to make the switch to hydroelectric
power
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Late Night Latch Key
At the foundation loneliness was laid.
With lights extinguished and sounds of tick-toc
Though unintentional, a price is paid
Waiting for love with eyes on the clock
Even today, in the wee dark hours
At the time when eyelids should be closed shut
The man still suffers persistent Powers
His body with love longing to be touched
My late night companions quiet, darkness
are joined by uncertainty and friend fear
The desire to be loved constantly with no rest
Has brought to the eye an arrested tear
Then, were thoughts of weary lamentations
Today, occasioned by conversations
With lights extinguished and sounds of tick-toc
Though unintentional, a price is paid
Waiting for love with eyes on the clock
Even today, in the wee dark hours
At the time when eyelids should be closed shut
The man still suffers persistent Powers
His body with love longing to be touched
My late night companions quiet, darkness
are joined by uncertainty and friend fear
The desire to be loved constantly with no rest
Has brought to the eye an arrested tear
Then, were thoughts of weary lamentations
Today, occasioned by conversations
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Saint Gregory's Timepiece
Await the coming of the Holy One
Anticipate the return of the King
Born forth from the womb comes God's holy Son
heralding hosts illumined in light. Sing!
Journey the wise men kings by a guiding star
Distant people from a distant land come.
Clothed in camel and repentance raises the bar
Sorrowful sinners make the devil dumb.
Shout Hosanna! the babe comes now as king
The Master revealed as servant of all
Darkest day in history feels death's sting
God's mighty hand forever sheds the pall
Descending fire lights the tongues of men
He, crowned in glory repeats all again.
Anticipate the return of the King
Born forth from the womb comes God's holy Son
heralding hosts illumined in light. Sing!
Journey the wise men kings by a guiding star
Distant people from a distant land come.
Clothed in camel and repentance raises the bar
Sorrowful sinners make the devil dumb.
Shout Hosanna! the babe comes now as king
The Master revealed as servant of all
Darkest day in history feels death's sting
God's mighty hand forever sheds the pall
Descending fire lights the tongues of men
He, crowned in glory repeats all again.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Heavy, Heavy
Heavy, Heavy is the great pull downward
upward upward I push against the fall.
And work! the motivator drives onward
struggling, I cannot resist the call
Succumb to rest and darkness is pleasure
Hovering over desk and clacking keys
To proneness, to relax, be at leisure.
My mind and body the rest comes to please.
Fingers are poised press onward to writing
but failing and sluggish are the scribe's hands
the innocent sheet receives the striking
when body surrenders to the sandman.
The pleasant fit as the top closes down.
And eyelids fall heavy upon the ground.
upward upward I push against the fall.
And work! the motivator drives onward
struggling, I cannot resist the call
Succumb to rest and darkness is pleasure
Hovering over desk and clacking keys
To proneness, to relax, be at leisure.
My mind and body the rest comes to please.
Fingers are poised press onward to writing
but failing and sluggish are the scribe's hands
the innocent sheet receives the striking
when body surrenders to the sandman.
The pleasant fit as the top closes down.
And eyelids fall heavy upon the ground.
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