SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE Between living and dead Between heart and head Between flesh and blood Between soul and spirit, Something deep inside. Between thought and action Between image and reflection Between act and being Between sight and seeing, Something deep inside. Between silence and speech Between grasp and reach Between alone and lonely Between singular and only, Something deep inside. Between begotten and made Between art and artifice Between lost and mislaid Between offering and sacrifice, Something deep inside. Between... Read more

IF ONLY I I would have dressed up, Only it was too much trouble. I would have gone out, Only it cost too much. I would have driven, Only travel’s dangerous. I would have eaten, Only I weigh too much. I would have danced, Only I didn’t have a partner. I would have returned, Only it brought back bad memories. II I would have gone, Only I didn’t have time. I would have visited, Only I wasn’t wanted. I would... Read more

THE REBIRTH OF WONDER Jaded, Jaundiced Left out in the cold, Cynical, clinical Tired of getting old Looking for something, More glittering than gold… The rebirth of wonder. Seeking, searching Coming from afar Reaching, lurching Wishing on a star Wise guys, shepherds Bordering on bizarre Where’s the boy wonder? Child-like, crawling Wide-eyed, on his knees Compact, contact With everything he sees Babbling, bobbling Hoping to believe Wandering towards wonder. Silence, science Analysis complete Seeing, being Honest but discreet Empirical evidence... Read more

CREATURES OF HABIT Creatures of habit, Day after day Go about life, The same old way. Nothing disturbs Their orderly routine All must be neat, And all must be clean. They’re making their lists And checking them twice, Trying to make sure Their work will suffice. Impatient by nature They don’t suffer fools Gladly or otherwise Because of the rules. A place for everything For all there’s a place Don’t touch the guest towels But please wash your face. They... Read more

THE SECRET Hidden reality Like life in the womb Hidden reality Like death in the tomb Hidden away For the appropriate day Wrapped in enigma, cloaked in secrecy, Awaiting a wake up call with urgency. But how shall such a song be sung? A tale that’s never told, A trail that’s long gone cold, A mystery unrevealed, A truth that is concealed, Seems useless on first glance. Who said there was a secret, Who told us we must keep it... Read more

Casey was one of my students at Asbury, and someone of whom I am very proud. Here’s a Christmas blessing for you—– free, like God’s grace. Merry Christmas! BW3 Read more

MOTHER LOAD From the very beginning The burden was clear Sometimes bearable Sometimes severe Ate from the apple Shared it with him Disobeyed the order Indulged the whim. What was the outcome? The fruit of the act? She ‘knew’ good and evil? She experienced it in fact? Did the earth creature join her? Did he crumble into dust? Did he die in an instant? Or just tumble into lust? To love and to cherish Becomes ‘desire and dominate’ Objectify the... Read more

INCOGNITO He came in incognito, A thinly veiled disguise The not so subtle son of man, A human with God’s eyes. The messianic secret, Left many unawares A God had walked upon the earth And shared our human cares. We did not see his glory, At least not at first glimpse, It took an Easter wake up call, Before it all made sense. The truth of Incarnation, Of dwelling within flesh, Shows goodness in creation, And Word of God made... Read more

If it’s inspiration you need in this dark political season in our country’s life, then you need to go see Gary Oldman’s tour de force performance as Churchill at the crucial moment in 1940 when Britain had to decide whether to go to war with Hitler, or sue for peace, and knuckle under to the Nazis. In other words, this movie is one that should have been released before Dunkirk, and actually you should see those two movies in that... Read more

“Holidays are hollow Unless they’re hallowed well, For holidays are holy days The time for truth to tell. There’s time to spare Time to waste Time to make amends Time to do most anything Even make new friends Holidays, a good time For writing poetry A silent, subtle indolence Inspires creativity.” BW3 Read more