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Lent, Day 4: “May I Wait Well”

What will I do in my waiting?
I’ll try and serve you, I will

But Adam,
He set me on course
He brought monsters to the table
Out, Mammon
Molech and Baal
Get lost
Stop blocking my light
I have a job to do

These tickets to a triumphal entry
The return of our Lord
May it not take long
May I wait well

Lent, Day 3: “To Really Know Him”

To know God, to really know Him
To feel his pulse inside my chest
To delight in what he delights
To detest what he detests

To know God, to really know Him
To understand who He really is
To befriend that which is holy
To love His people like He loves His

Why, then, am I comfortable
Simply knowing about Him?

Oh, to know God, to really know Him…

My Father’s Back

My father’s back was an untrue friend
Hunched and lonely
Bowing to its master money; no, not looking over me
That way, not this, did it bend
Scars from the father and the sun I saw there only
The road calls this hunch back to the road opposite me

I can see it now, tinged with a glint of sun
Hot with wear
I know a eulogy should pour out of me
But I’m at a loss for words but one:
Why? It must have been hard for him to care
Despite the wreckage of fatherhood, I see

My own back is curved
Sore to touch
Its frame is sold as is, no returns
But my love does not know what she doesn’t deserve
I don’t turn on her much
We take our shoes off and let the sun burn

Now, come into the light you crooked back
Gnarled and mean
Let Him who heals stitch your frame
A hard hit on the bottom may mend the cracks
Freedom or confinement – there is no in between
You’re hunched and lonely, but you can change your name

Lent, Day 2: “Anointing”

Anointing to protect: shepherds, with care, would rub slick oil on their flock
So ticks wouldn’t burrow in the sheep’s ears,
Causing death

Anointing to honor: Mary, enamored with her Lord, stole to her storeroom
Repurposed her ointment for Jesus’ feet,
Showing respect

Anointing to save: Jesus, love manifest, seals God’s promise
And sends His Spirit as a guarantee,
Displaying mercy

Lent, Day 1: “Dust”

To what I once was I will return
Dust – the dirt under the colt
Maybe His feet will dangle low?

Wave the palms while they’re still green!
Here, take my coat to spread on the road
May His feet feel comfort from sackcloth

……“Who is this?”
………….“Who is this?”
I’d rather yell my answer from amidst the filth
Not seek clean shade under a temple table

I’m a Father. I’m a Son.

The 3 A.M. Epiphany is an ongoing series. Over time I’m tackling Brian Kiteley’s book The 3 A.M. Epiphany: Uncommon Writing Exercises That Transform Your Fiction. Check out my other pieces in this series.

This exercise read, “Create a brief fragment of an epiphany, a moment beyond words, beyond explaining, in which a character sees the necessity of change. 300 words”

Here goes.


Depending on who I’m talking to, I either want the Fifth Commandment revered or obliterated from Moses’ tablet.

See, I want my daughter, Isabel to honor me, but I don’t want to have to do the same with my own parents. That’s all. I’m not being selfish, though. I wasn’t raised right – they don’t deserve it.

But, a conversation she and I had earlier has shaken me.

Continue reading

A Robot Enters Into Self-Awareness


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I’m here…

Some Questions About the Apocolypse

I wonder will thunder sound its blasts o’er and under
The red molten core of that faraway hill?
Or whether it’ll sever the last scrawny tether
Holding earth and her Heaven with their balance so still?

I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know what’ll happen
When the skies come unfastened and the dark waters spill
Forever. Forever. Is it possible they’ll ever
Fall and drown the red crown of that faraway hill?

A Girl Afraid

I’m often haunted
By the look on my daughter’s face
After I’ve exploded
The salt from her tears tracks her cheeks
Her apology dribbles out of her lips
She shakes with the fear
Saved for a girl afraid of losing
Her father’s love
She slinks towards me, arms outheld
Wishing only that her Dad would comfort her
This time,
How strong is my desire
To break the curse?