Friday, November 11, 2016


who is it?
who is it that I want
to be with?

not him–who
witty though he be
does not even like me

not her–whose
beauty masks an
inward spite
whose popularity promises pleasure
to those who accompany her,
but such outward treasure
is all but betrayed by an eerie lack
of heart

not him–oh he
wants to,
yet isn’t there.
he isn’t there
he doesn’t care
while reassuring words
accompany you,
deep down you know
that he doesn’t want to
he doesn’t want
to be there with you

not her–whose money,
well, let money give its
own account
we all know it’s worth
but what is it worth
to me?
for whether I own it or not,
is not true worth
defined by want?
and if those wanting me
want me not
whilst I am
wanting of it,
they do not want me
they want it.

who is it?
who is it that I want
to be with?

at any time, in any way
want me.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Death Doth Kill

This poem was written in loving memory of four friends. The first letter of each line is an acronym spelling out their names: Stephen (roommate), bud (grandpa), Larry, and Jack. I am fortunate to have known each of these wonderful men.

Since love is that which fills
The heart,
Every heart doth
Pry apart while
Holding on to
Every life, every life that dies.
Never, then, does life die alone.
But drags a piece of all behind
Under the sea. And in this way
Death doth kill.
Lonely lives,
Angry souls,
Rest as rare as
Yet there is love, there is hope.
Just as sure
As they are gone,
Comfort from our
King will come.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Mother and Child

Hidden. hidden
From her eyes
A little baby boy now lies

Inside. inside
Her loving womb
Not a tomb
Is life.

Her. her
Smile lingers
A boy with God’s own fingers

Heart. heart
Can stream with fickle tide
But not toward him inside
Of her.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Real Men Shed Tears

Often times men have a strong aversion to crying in front of other people. This emotional response is often perceived as unmanly, weak, helpless and quite frankly–pathetic. It's not that men are afraid of expressing emotions altogether. For example, a man rarely avoids expressing anger or frustration. This is because it doesn't make him look weak or insecure in the same way as crying does. On the contrary, anger gives off the impression of strength, will-power, and self-determination.

But weeping is not necessarily a sign of weakness or insecurity. In fact, one of the powerful things about crying is the strong character traits that it demonstrates. Passion. Love. Allegiance. Fervency. Devotion. Drive. Commitment. Investment. These are all manly characteristics which inevitably lead to weeping and sadness whenever the things that we care about are stripped away from us. For what demonstrates more strength? To care about all the things in your life–God, family, church, friends? Or to seek to remain emotionally detached for fear of being hurt, or for fear that someone will see that you are invested in–even dependent on–other people? A real man is one who is invested in the people around him and is willing to experience and express hurt when they are taken away.

So it is manly to be invested in the people around you, and crying because of their death testifies to the fact that you chose to love, to honor and to care for them. But what should that sorrow look like? Shouldn't a man be strong for his family in a time of crisis? Of course he should. But rather than trying to hide the effect that a loss is having on you, you should feel freedom to express your sorrow. You should point your family to your true foundation–the gospel of Jesus Christ. The fact that you are reconciled to God and there is nothing that can change that grounds you. Being strong for your family means showing them that it's a good thing to weep because it demonstrates love. It means leading your family to Christ for stability, asking the church for help, and praying to the Holy Spirit for guidance and peace. All this flows from the fact that the core of manliness is not independence, but dependence. We are strongest when we receive our strength from God rather than trusting in ourselves.

As humans we are designed to depend, and that is when we are free to truly live and lead as men.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Broken Hearts

Since love is that which fills
the heart,
every heart doth
pry apart while
holding onto
every life; every life that dies.
never, then, does life die alone.

But drags a part of all behind
under the sea. And in this way
doth death kill

Lonely lives,
angry souls,
rest as rare as
yet there is love; there is hope.

Just as soon
as they are gone,
comfort from our
King doth come

An acronym, in loving memory of my friends Stephen, Bud (grandpa), Larry, and Jack. I miss you all and cannot wait to see you again.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Am I Humble?

Do I trust God for everything?
The heart of humility is acknowledging you utter dependence on God.

Am I grateful for what God has given me?
If you truly recognize God as your sole provider, who supplies you with every good thing that you have, you will be thankful to Him for all of His gifts.

How well do I receive help from others?
Whereas it’s easy to acknowledge your need for God, it’s another thing to acknowledge your need for another person. When God uses someone to pay your rent, buy you lunch, pray for you, babysit your kids, fix your car, or teach you a biblical lesson, how quick are you to receive these gifts with thanksgiving as from the Lord? Stiff-arming help can be a sign of pride.

Do I become envious quickly?
Your level of envy toward others is a practical gauge to see whether or not you are truly grateful for what God has given you. Gratitude and envy don’t really mix.

Am I easily offended?
If you are proud, you will become defensive when someone degrades you. Of course it's never fun when someone puts you down, but humility doesn't feel the need to defend its own reputation (e.g. Jesus on earth).

Am I able to acknowledge my strengths without boasting?
The key to humility is not pretending that you don’t have strengths or trying to diminish them. Rather, if God has truly gifted you in an area (and He does give Christians spiritual gifts) then you are allowed to be honest and as objective as possible about that. In fact, it is a sign of ingratitude when you try to ignore or diminish the gift that you have received from God as if it was not even given but self derived.

Would I care if no one ever recognized my gifts and strengths?
Humility is being able to wait for the recognition of one’s gifts and the exaltation that ensues. It is not seeking out how one’s strengths might be made visible here and now at every possible moment.

Can I ponder my weaknesses without becoming hopeless? 
If you come to the end of your strength and find that you have no hope whatsoever, then you are probably putting your hope in your own strength. Weakness is a constant and necessary reminder that we need God for everything. When we come to the end of ourselves, our hope in God and dependence on Him should only be strengthened. Weakness is the garden of humility. So how do you handle situations that draw out your weaknesses? 

Do I always need to make my opinion known? 
Social media has revealed that everyone has an opinion and wants it to be heard. The ability to remain silent when wisdom calls can be a sign that you don't feel the need to defend yourself. 

Monday, February 16, 2015

Love's Hinge

I recited this poem to Emily today as a sequel to the proposal poem. It seeks to express how our relationship/love changed after getting engaged and expressing love and lifelong commitment toward one another for the first time. 

Love’s Hinge

A question,
An answer.
Everything changes, 
Nothing changes. 
I fall in love, 
In love was I.
And on that starry night 
Did fall 
Into a river;
A coursing river
Course unchanged, 
Newly found
And yet the same. 

When did I fall? 

A question,
An answer.
Everything changes, 
Nothing changes. 
I fall in love, 
In love was I.
And on that sunny morning
Did something hatch; 
Soft, warm feathers
Betray a lifeless source, 
Newly born
And yet the same. 

When was it born?

A question,
An answer.
Everything changes, 
Nothing changes. 
I fall in love, 
In love was I.
And on that windy autumn day
An oyster’s mouth did open; 
A pearl of beauty
Grown unseen
Changes not,
Yet newly beams.

When did it shine?

To fall, to hatch, to shine;
To love. 
Within a moment
To change the changeless course
We trod. 

My love for you
Is not the same; 
My love for you 
Is not different.

I love you.