My Inner Muse

I was too much of a rebel to have ever enjoyed studying sonnets. The form was stifling. Only 14 lines? What if another phrase came to mind? When I discovered the term “free form” I knew I’d like it. Ironically as a writer of music and an A student in my orchestration class, I understood the need for some order. So as I write, prompted by a fleeting emotion, world events or divine inspiration, I’m learning what my own style is.

The Question Question-marks

What will it be? This is the question.
To be or not to be
To die or not to die
Past, present, future–
The earth keeps on spinning, spinning, spinning
Tomorrow never stops coming.
What will America be like?
That is the question.

Socialism or Republic?
Sodom or The Kingdom?
Under God or above the law?
What will it be America?
That is the question.

The New Age deal or Compassionate Conservatisim
Left, Right, Dollar, Euro;
Heaven, Hell, Legalism, Licentiousness
A false balance is an abomination
Tolerance is a lie leading to damnation.

What is the world is going on?
It seems everything is going wrong?
The Church is being exiled,
Guns are being stockpiled.
Lay offs, pay offs,
is democracy still in question?

“America, America, God shed His grace on thee.”


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Double-mindedness dictates.
The gulf between heart and mind widens.

Oh! help me grab hold of these mental entrapments 
that keep me bound—
A volleyball in my own court.

What can I find to short-circuit the dendrites?
What can I find to deaden my heartbeat?

This and that..
But after temporary rapture
I fall back into my hell.

Someone bring me a melody.
Make my life harmonize with My Father’s will.
Help me kiss the Son.

Potentate, chase down my run-away mind.
Beloved, revoke my wandering heart.

Purge them before a throne of wood.


Extraterrestrial Yearning

IMG_0252Wafting across my body, Peace
Makes me lay still.
Every atom syncing with holy vibrations
Dissonance floats away with the breeze.

I see my hand
Extend beyond my Self
Fingers outstretched to grab
The Unseen.

If I could only peel off this mortal flesh
The eternal me could inhale,
Fill my lungs to overflowing
Then be buoyed into the wind.
I’d soar. I’d roam.
I’d be tossed.
Thank you flesh
For chaining me to earthly limitations.
When I yearn for Heaven.

DPP_0091Line in the Sand

Will justice prevail
and righteousness ring?
Will light dispel darkness;
His glory cover seas?

These are not questions 
but statements in disguise.
The earth’s future was written
in a chapter called The End Times.
The question is when or 
How long must we wait?
How long will we moan;
groan and complain?
We are more than conquerors in Christ Jesus
Who overcame the world.
Showed us the door and gave us
the Keys.

In truth, the choice is ours
The is no debate.
Will we speak? Will we pray?
See the storms and crawl away?
Are we salt? Are we light? 
Or will our dried bones turn to dust
in the night?

“Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.”

A Morning in the Life of

My head pounds.
Punched by sleeplessness,

704cdcb9a558721bf70f5ff4bc7a1b0aOn call thru the night. 
Blasted nightly terrors

“get behind me and mine!”

Dawn scoffs.
I rise.
The sun cries “Greet Me!”
The blue sky calls “Love Me!”
My body cries “Caffeine!”




Rejoicing is an act of the will
Despite whatever circumstances.
We can redirect our self-talk to acknowledge the “little” things with gratitude and life’s undesirables with peace
because one day, 
I tell you,
Light will overcome darkness, and Love will stomp out hate.
This is the declaration of the Cross.

“But how do I lift my eyes from my present!?” you ask.
Sorrow, injustice, lack and disease are normal pulleys in this Shadowland, 
marred by sin’s stain.
But when our eyes focus on sin’s fruit too long, 
we get buried. 
Premature death.
Versus living lives that rise by Divine means.

“But I need to see this success of the Cross NOW and I don’t see it around me! There’s chaos everywhere!”
So you say.
It’s hard to see the Cross on TV, down urban and small town streets
where murder and hate and bigotry fail to cease.
It’s hard to see it in your bank account or when relationship bickering seems to surmount.

I get you.
Some days are hard and I also get a bit dirty under the mud that starts to bury me.
But today I choose differently.
Whether you open your window and smell man’s filth or nature’s wealth, inhale it in your living lungs!
Whether you wake up to cloudy skies or the bright welcoming sun, gaze through it with your discerning eyes!

Nature’s God beckons us upward, he knows how hard Earth-life can be. He tells us to look to the hills.
C’mon, join me. Let’s look higher than our present!
Help comes from our Maker. Supernatural resilience. Divinely bred faith that breaks through the impossible.

Sometimes I have to get out of His way. 
He’s trying to bring change, but my humanity causes him delay.
Let’s do this together. At least just for today.
Look up. Rejoice. Inhale. Discern. Move aside. 
Let the King of Glory, the God of Might
fight your battles as you step humbly aside.

Be quick to hear Him! Hesitate before you speak.
Let’s let His words guide us to internal liberty.

The Cross promises redemption from the inside out. First the internal man, then the external world.
This is the declaration of the Cross.

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