Words

Ours is a world moving too easily away from God and His gift of everlasting life to one shallow and focused on self. The poems of Words were created to help those who read to remember, feel connected and focus on Christ Jesus and the marvels of the Father.

Join me in my quest to experience His world of creation and live in His light and love.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Walking with me (in sunshine)


Truth rolls through the valley
a life line held out to guide,
provide me with the path
even when I know, I know, I think,
just maybe this way.

The shadow follows me and I know
I must know Him.
His staff caring for my steps
even when I know, I know
He is there.

-dean

Monday, March 28, 2011

Martin's Calendar

This day can only end in that day
when critcs and skeptics will say:
"if only we knew what we knew
before that day became new,
and this day lay forgotten gone
and that day became life long".
-dean

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

We are the source

So many waiting, wanting. So little to give
Looking to the sky for gifts, from thin air,
and He extends his hand
receiving the small offering
returning it to the crowd until all are feed.

In the scraps the world is saved
every time we see the need and give to Christ
what little we have.

-dean

The First Two

In the beginning
these are the names
forever of importance
to the people, to the world,
to God,
these are the names
belonging to us when we seek the moments of us
stories of our people
origins of life,
in the beginning.

-dean

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Men of Israel

Are we tired of time
waiting for the moment,
we have waited for, forever
Do we know the time,
seeing the future, today,
are we choosing the murderer,
are we choosing the murdered?

Time is tiring, waiting
moments pass unseen, unfelt
missing the future written,
written before we knew,
we were waiting.

-dean

Friday, May 21, 2010

Cold Facts

Eat, drink, be merry for tomorrow we die
to air, to void, to ground, celebrate
comfort in nothing.
Stoically resisting, fasting to be better,
prepare for disposal, recycling to the Divine,
fact sadly waiting for something.
Face reality, uncomfortable,
life returns but must die,
perishable to imperishable
the grimness of facts replaced by beauty
immortal. -dean

In the garden

Stealing through the night,
to take the Light.
Torches and clubs to take
what they could not have,
did not know,
the shadow would hide
the truth, written waiting
for the Son to rise.
-dean

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Betting on the Giant

Starting out as a messenger
bringing greetings to a king anointed
filled with spirit rushed upon him.
A great king losing his strength, shadowed by his son,
fearing the people as another is selected
a new heir, the eighth son filled with spirit
rushed upon him, waiting for his to rise,
singing for the old, bringing comfort,
until the messenger is standing in the shadow of a giant
calling out for an end to a stalemate, to take the land, invincible,
beyond the king, a king pleading, praying for a champion
until the boy, message delivered, filled with spirit rushing,
to history establishing the path to salvation. Glory glorified
in his small frame ready to spring upon another bear, another lion,
His army. Philistines hiding in the shadow of a giant,
knowing the light would shred the dark. With nothing more
than sticks and stones, the messenger stands, spirit rushing,
he drops the giant. Delivering another Giant to the earth,
another messenger will come. It is written

-dean

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Only

Can almost taste it
just can't describe it
tingling on the edge.

When thirsty, there is water,
when hungry food,
but this desire,
is not named, there,
is God.


-dean

Thursday, December 24, 2009

New Eve

a penny whistle wakens spirits' rest,
while wind swings trees
on the morning he came and saw
the people gathered,
to remember His coming
this morning, new in the light of life.
-dean

The Kingdom

government without votes
justice without courts
no democracy, no need
no robes, no chains
we are free to be subjects
to the King, the Master,
the Ruler of wholeness
True Government, True Justice
God.

-dean

Friday, November 20, 2009

Theo

How do I tell you of my faith
share the great news I have heard
I did not see with my eyes
my ears did not hear
but I was there.
There in the words witnessed by many
written by One.
How do I tell you of its truth,
call you to look through your eyes,
hear His voice guide your days,
build His house against the gate,
save your life, forever
and to be there.
-dean

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Seaworthy

launched to float in seas
violent and cold, small
struggling in, deepest grey
washing up on decks, steely frost
covering, the life boats soaking
the lines weathered
all that holds safe the cargo
it's too late to challenge your faith
in the course you set.
Now only do you know:
did you have it before you sailed?

-dean

Friday, August 7, 2009

i am

I am what is wrong
cursing the earth, driving evil ahead
my path leaving evil in my wake.
Working to make right as I work, dreaming
Effort succeeding only in my mind,
I am wrong and can not change, but try.
Believing in Him. Trusting, humbly asking,
receiving more than deserved, continuing to fail.
I am Christian.

-dean

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Baptisim

immerse, dip,
die,and be
reborn
dry in the sun, see
the change of day
immerse,
listen to the stillness
of death before you surface
to breath the warmth, feel
light on your face
reborn.
-dean

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Earthly

power is a chain when worn without trust
taken without knowing what is to be.
This power tears at the fiber,
decays the heart and drives one mad,
erasing them from the world they wish to hold,
never feeling, never knowing, never accepting Power.
-dean

Friday, June 26, 2009

Afraid of salt and light

Fearing discovery,
judging her worth, words,
her actions. Hidding from the world
on a hill standing, shadowing
her faith, covering the cross
weighing heavy on her breast.
-dean

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Unnamed Servant of Abraham -Genesis 24

4000 years has not given this man a name
yet his actions shaped the world
his task ordered by his master
his path lead by God
he did good and the plan followed
he retired and remains unknown
unnamed, a servant. - dean

Thursday, June 4, 2009

ACCIDENTAL LIFE

The accident could not be stopped
if it could it wouldn’t be an accident
still, it happened
when I did not know
it would. Happy
I was an object to be loved
I had to come to be
The accident was planned
by the hand of God planned
by His knowledge of chaos
driving the plan
by accident. -dean