Category Archives: prayer

Life Brings Punishment Enough for the Infallible

My prayers are for the peace of the world, for Love to fully blossom and grow. It is unnecessary to demonize another group. No zero game is needed.

I always knew I was a Stephen, a speaker of the truth Love gives me. I am willing to be the scapegoat, but not a seeker of martyrdom; I’m not seeking it, but open to what God gives me to do.

Long ago, God allowed me to be more comfortable with black people than many of their white counterparts. I’ve always gone for the underdog — the One who was cast out, the one they said could never be accepted. I root for the rejected, the downtrodden, the seemingly hopeless. I am a prayer warrior for those deemed to be the unchosen, knowing that God made all people to be more than Hell’s play things.

It seems my lot in life is to be rejected by the orthodox, to see the meaning behind the words, and to know the Love that only seeks to create a kinder world, not a retributive one purely for the sake of punishing the infallible.

When the World’s Upside Down

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Where do you go

when the world’s upside down

when your very best friends

look upon you and frown

Who do you seek

when the going gets blue

who can you trust

who will always be true

Jesus is Who

He’s the one that makes new

He’ll never desert you

Sitting righteous in pew

He’ll always love hue

though your virtues are few

He’ll be your glory

when your shine becomes goo

He’ll battle old Saul

for the right for your soul

It’s Jesus who loves you

so roll, baby, roll.

The Gift

 

Violin girl

Love

ingrained beneath my leather skin

inside my soft heart-pillow,

and I’m two and forty-nine and seventy-three

in this one formidable body.

No yearning for constant reminders

of who I might be;

I’m over the moon for lack of extremes.

Dear friend,

We’ll last forever.

Silent Sender of Light

 

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I enjoy being a silent sender of light.

 

I didn’t know how to do that when I was young

on grey days

when the isolation closed in

with low energy

and old papers

 

Piles of old newspapers

with crosswords and Ann Landers

black and white comics

sports scores

 

I guess that my steps out of a book

were close enough

I practiced

what we pretended

 

I don’t want to get to close to the old days

Boredom

Imagination —

When I see someone doing ALL that

for real

It amazes me how they look like Angels!