Anthology Coming

I have finished an anthology of 70 poems that I want to publish, and want to use any profits or royalties to feed the starving. They are good poems. You will like them. I will post a couple here, so that you can get a feel for what the anthology offers:


It’s possible to miss the point

And judge a thing amiss

It happens to the best of us

Whenever we insist

On placing an opinion

Above the word of God

Or when we judge another

Before we even had

Examined closely what was said

And what was really meant

But though we judge sincerely

Without the wrong intent

It still becomes our failing

To have judged amiss

To have exchanged discernment

For an easy guess

That misrepresents the message

Another wished to send

And so confuse unwisely

What he’d have us apprehend

To discern within the Spirit

Is a blessing to be sought

Not to be taken lightly

Or confused with fickle thought

That may come or go at any time

Without having first

Examined the message closely

With the mind of Christ

And who are we to judge

The servant of another Man

Who may convey a message

By that servant’s willing hand?

Are we so sure that every thought

Within the mind of Christ

Before it might be published

Must meet approval first

By us, and not by Jesus

The one by whom we’re sent?

Does He need your counsel

To express the word that’s meant

To go forth and accomplish

What the kingdom comes to do?

Is every word He has to send

To come from only you?

Is His love just a sentiment

And not a call to be

As righteous and as holy

And as perfect as is He?

Is His message only one of love

Or are we sent to warn

When He commands us to advise

Regarding those who mock and scorn

His righteous standards and His precepts

The words by which we live?

Is the watchman not required

At the time of war to give

A cry of dire alarm

Regarding danger at the gate?

Is the prophet not sent to warn the sinner

Before it is too late

To repent of his iniquities

To seek the face of God

To cleanse the blood-stained hands

And pursue what’s truly good

Not according to our ways

In which we perish when we stray

But according to the will of God

Who guides us in the Way

If we humbly put off stubbornness

And seek to walk with Him

Who gives a keener vision

To the eyes that once were dim?

What is love, if not obedience?

What is God, if not the Truth?

And if not used in righteousness

What is our judgment worth?


Heaven and Earth

Riding along on a soaring cloud

At dawn and at midday

Facing down with arms spread wide

Titanic heart beating away

Watching all the world go by

The dancing rivers plunging

Over time-carved cliffs of stone

Casting billows of mist on high

From pristine pools below

And painting rainbows on the sky

Embellishing the sylvan scene

With countless hues of unspoiled green

Lilies floating on quiet lakes

Under the eyes of loons and drakes

Smelling and tasting all the good

Of Paradise’s perfect wood

But as the dusk comes on again

And daytime’s pigments all run dry

He takes a different brush, and then

Paints new sunsets on the sky

As darkness falls upon the earth

He calls the creatures of the night

To go abroad and spread their mirth

Coyote’s howls and owls in flight

That hoot or screech to one’s delight

The night breezes blowing through the bowers

That sweetly sing through evening’s hours

Their gentle magic lullaby

And lying down upon his back

He dusts off the heavenly dome

So the moon and a million stars

Illuminate our earthly home

Reminding all that, though we stray

His will is that we all obey

Just as the earth and heavens do

His perfect will and perfect way

He calls each star by its own name

And for each child He does the same

Speaking to us from up above

His message of undying love

But if His voice we long to hear

And humbly ask Him to come near

He enters then into the heart

He whispers then into the ear

He opens then the failing eyes

That then discern the truth from lies

And strengthens then the failing hands

To do as perfect love commands

He longs for nothing in return

But that each child of God should yearn

To be as perfect as is He

To serve for all eternity

The Law of Love in holiness

Given by the perfect King

Who wishes for eternity

To give his children everything



Humans are pathetic creatures

Marked by such inhuman features,

Follies, faults, pride, and dementia,

Phobias and vain pretension,

Egotism, envy, meanness,

Every sort of base uncleanness,

Hypocrisy beyond all measure,

Given to sadistic pleasure,

Apathetic and neurotic,

Often border on psychotic,

Wrathful, petty, so unfeeling,

Dishonest, false, and double-dealing,

Cynical and ever mocking,

Excelling at whatever’s shocking,

Always willing to deceive,

New depths of evil to achieve,

Disloyal, disingenuous,

Of any good incredulous.

But though they cause the heart to freeze,

God gave his Son for such as these.



When I was born

I was very, very small,

But eventually I grew,

Until I became of

The size you see today,

Within an inch or two.

I started out

As a tiny, puny thing,

Not much bigger than a baby,

But then I developed

All the properties of men,

Until I became one – maybe.

They say we mature

As we age and grow,

To reflect human dignity,

But I think babies are

By far more civilized,

While adults are a tragedy.

In sum and effect

The affairs of men

Seem degraded and insane,

Which is why we are told that,

If we would be saved,

                                              We must be like a child again.

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