When we’re in the throes of disgrace
We need to stare God in the face As Christ on the cross Makes gold from our dross And trumps all our shame with His Ace
Mrs. Jesus 4/7: Thor’s Hammer Day Prologue
Jesus wraps his arms around me and lowers me to the mattress “I’m scared,” I whisper “I know,” he murmurs, kissing my brow “Don’t worry. I will always be with you, even if you can’t see me.”
For the comfort of my body Jesus placed a small cot by the Tree of Life I gaze up at it as he fastens two roots to the holes in my wrists My body is not what I’m worried about
The sensation is what I imagine dialysis fees like Or a blood transfusion The lifeblood of the tree fills me As mine pours into it As my consciously slowly wanders off
To sleep, perchance to dream The Ex-Wife
Isaiah 42:6-7 NIV – “I, the LORD, have called you…7 to open eyes that are blind
The reason the truth we avoid
Is we can’t see God unalloyed His glory’s too big For leaves of a fig To save us from being destroyed Continue reading
We are on vacation.
I am walking our dogs:
Qhuinn the “red” cocker-spaniel (grumpy)
Frolic the chocolate lab (friendly)
When we feel a pain
That we did not earn There’s part of our brain That begins to burn Continue reading
To transcend the happiness game
We must learn to confront our shame Joy becomes pure When we ensure We run toward, not from, our true name
First-order pain helps us learn
To keep away from flames that burn Our bodies we need to preserve So that on earth we may serve Continue reading
When Adam gave each thing its name
Back then he had no word for “shame” It could not be taught Til he had been caught And felt what it feels like to blame Continue reading
To deal with our sin that’s remaining
We must plug the holes that are draining By facing our shame Thru power of The Name ‘Til only His Grace is left reigning
Some times our pain
Is due to our sin We hurt ourselves Or God calls us in Continue reading
In a world filled
with condemnation Could His Bride become a pro-them-nation? Continue reading
When our faith causes others to fear
For they know not salvation is near It’s easy to blame Or give in to shame And tear down the ones we hold dear Continue reading
Lord, set my soul free by your blood-rite
So shame won’t drown me in a mud-fight Your loss as my gain Dissolves all my pain And plants me to grow like a bud — right?
To bring forth the change that we seek
We must become powerfully weak For when we are empty God gives us His plenty Thus by our redemption Christ speaks
Concluding the story from Sex 206. Loving Father Prologue
I am trapped in the Bar of Hell.
Watching my Father guzzle All the shame, suffering and sin Of the whole world With such agonizing joy That my soul yearns To join Him The Cup
I grab my tiny Cup, full of ruby liquid, and slam it down my throat.
I have tasted all the pleasures of this world, from the sublime heights of philosophy to the sordid depths of passion.
All start out sweet as honey to my mouth, but end up bitter as gall in my stomach.
This… is the reverse.
Continued from Sex 205. Loving Death Prologue
I have been drowning my sorrows at the Bar of Hell.
Consumed by my own inadequacy and self-loathing. Even Jesus seems to have abandoned me. But just when I think I am completely, utterly, eternally alone, I hear a voice.
“Have a drink.” Father
When we are blinded by rage
We feel like we’re stuck in a cage Which says that our soul Cannot reach our goal Unless we regain center stage Continue reading
Continued from Sex 204. Loving Hiss Elf
Me: Barkeep, another wine-and-gall, if you please?
Barkeep: One more Dead Galilean, coming up! Continue reading