Photo by Ünsal Demirbaş
Her Daddy was a Sheriff and his Deputy was her son.
She was more afraid of church folks than she was afraid of guns.
Her husband ran off for his moonshine and she was left alone and shunned.
Until one night on a full moon her mind became undone.
She awoke from a dream and in her bed was her Daddy and her son.
They laughed at her clown face where her makeup had all run.
So she grabbed the Sheriff’s shotgun
and fired and killed her son.
The Deputy died in the arms of his Father’s by his very own gun.
The next day she saddled her horse and rode away in the peace of the rising sun
Photo by Artem Saranin
I heard the devil is hanging round down on Caraway Street
He’s looking so good and singing so sweet.
The ladies how they love him, the men like his treats
Oh yea there’s hell to pay down on Caraway Street.
Lord, they say the devil is dancing on Caraway Street
Drinking tastey wine and he’s so quick on his feet.
The ladies stand in line because they can’t wait to meet
The men who love the devil on Caraway Street
Photo by Ir Solyanaya
There were many who could accuse her, she knew it was the law.
The very men who used her now want to see her stoned.
She remembers how it started, so hungry and alone.
She rode the tide of shame and commerce, with nowhere else to go.
She heard about the Holy man healing all the sick.
They said he spoke of God’s love for all, even those who have no hope.
So now she stood before Him and prepared herself to die.
He then wrote something in the dirt and gazed up into her eyes
And said, “no man here can accuse you and neither do I.”
Oh the washing of her soul a deluge fell that holy day,
and she followed Him from that time on, He is The Truth, The Life, The Way!
Photo by Eternal Happiness
As I lay down my head in week six of this catastrophe I just want to say if you can fall asleep but not stay asleep that is okay. If a myriad of emotions and logic are surfing on your brain waves it’s ok. If you fall asleep and wake on a couch or a child’s room it’s ok. If you are praying more it’s ok. If you cannot find the words to pray it’s okay. If you are a conqueror one minute and not so brave the next minute it’s ok. If there are a hundred thoughts and feelings lying under the five you speak it’s ok. If you mourn for the dead and grieve for our globe it’s ok. These are where the avenues of grief and change and loss take us. It is ok. If you are active in politico or have turned all media completely off it’s okay. For it is not strength to pretend you are thriving in uncertainty and that you struggle with doubt and fear. It is in our weaknesses and doubts that God comes near. He is not limited not tethered to a cosmic heavenly throne. He is right here with us in our fragility and we are not alone. Jesus knows every cell of human bondage. He knows of courage being one heartbeat away from fear. Jesus is Emmanuel, God with us and He is with us now. So rest your weary head in his comfort when you can. I have seen His beauty and have tasted His goodness and it is a healing balm. Lay down your head and rest my friends for tomorrow we will try again. There is victory in His power over things we can’t understand. I have seen His Salvation in life and in death and He has never forgotten not one of His own since before the foundation of the world. Shalom tonight dear world. As for me I have tasted and have seen the goodness of the Lord and He is more than we can fathom and so if today you fell apart it’s okay because He never will…
Photo by Magda Ehlers
I saw fields of cotton white as snow
as blood red drops flowed down and soaked
those cotton fields and the earth below.
Yes the Blood dripped down on the cotton bolls.
As the Louisiana sun beat down that day
in June of 64 three boys came to say
we want to help you learn to vote
but they were shot down and the cotton was soaked.
Blood of black men drip down so slow
from the cottonwood tree the bodies swinging low
No one would help them, they were all alone
and the sun went down on the bloody cotton bolls.
Photo by Trung Nguyen
Everything that used to be solid is suddenly fluid.
The mid-afternoon sky the color of hammered gold
Waves of heat rising from the horizon looks like water only to find a hard rock road
I do love living where the Sky is bigger
Somehow it feels tedious to have too many trees above
If I don’t know you then I don’t know anybody
It is like waiting to touch the bottom of a bottomless well
Photo by abednego ago
The drums of lies beating through the night city swells.
The lies touting of a merry Hell.
Hardened in heart pursuing only self, dancing to the tune of gaining wealth.
When day dawns over the city’s night all will be blinded by the Holy Light.
The drums are lying, darkness takes your life.
For Hell can’t be merry and is not the tale of fairies!
Cassidy or the Sundance Kid;
the master manipulator or
the quiet deadly one instead?
One in it for himself
the other needs the thrill.
One is the master mind
The other taking what he will.
I have known all kinds of men
and time has shown me well.
A man is either Cassidy or the Sundance Kid
as time will surely tell.
Photo by Aleksandar Pasaric
He wanted to run but also to stay there forever
Her half smile incongruous in this sad place
Yet still she was so strong and resilient in the face of pain…
He knew he could never forget gray blue deep set eyes like hers
She belonged in a world with no war
to explore her poetry and the violin music She played…
She looked straight into his eyes and said, “don’t I know you?
It stung him like a wasp that perhaps she did not remember
but then her eyes fluttered like a butterfly wing…
He smiled back at her as she picked up her violin and he knew he would not run away…
Photo by Daria Sannikova
We lost all of the image of God when we were found outside of His Holiness. We are born rationalizers, barterers and liars. Yes we are all created in His image just as he says but Sin’s first act shattered that mirror image inside of us, at least until such a time as we receive the Power of the Cross of Jesus to regenerate us, to rebirth us from our darkness into His perfect light!
It doesn’t take much to look around us and see these powerful tools of the deception of Sin.
- Rationalizing our need for redemption and need for God By using our intellectual achievement or even our good morals or religion.
- Bartering with The Holy as if He could be bought with our arrogant rhetoric of being self-sufficient, mantras of our feeble idolatry of self love, celebrity, money, or even good deeds.
- Liars- we are all in darkness and deceived by our own Sin some even professing a form of godliness but do not Honor God as our Lord, not do we give Him thanks.
Sounds bleak doesn’t it? However, we have been given The Good News. We have been given infinite Grace flowing in the River of Mercy so that we might repent and obey to be Reborn into the Image of God in all His Goodness and power!
I am learning that the River gets deeper not shallow the further down stream I go. I am depending and counting on the fact I have been born again by the Blood of Jesus Christ and I have nothing to offer Him and never did but here is the beauty of the Truth of God’s plan to bring us back to Him in every way… The beauty of The Gospel is this: His love and Grace and all that implies is freely given to all who will receive it.
I have seen the River of Life and Mercy
A crystal clear river flowing from the throne of God and the Lamb
All who come to this river will be clean and whole
All burdens washed away, no more sorrows, tears, or death…