Little Aphorisms

Look too hard

You cannot see,

Relax your gaze

You’ll find it. 

Listen close 

To Divinity,

Within that Word

Is your way. 

Trust yourself

But not too much,

Distrust yourself 

A little.  

Trust mankind

A little less,

Trust in God

A great deal more. 

Within your heart

Commune with Christ,

Where no one else

Can see you. 


My Prodigal Senses

I have spent seasons away from You;

Now I am coming home.

I can smell your familiar scent,

Even here, while I am still afar off.

Your presence once filled me with delight,

Oh, how I yearn to be delighted yet again.

Why did I ever fly away?

Upon those angry wings;

Which carried me swiftly,

To unforgiving places.

I allowed them to slander you,

I slandered you quietly too,

In the midst of my desires,

So that I fell away into solitude.

Confused illusion became my companion,

Disorientation was my naughty guide,

Falsely contented and feeding on lies,

I filled all of my senses with emptiness.

Now I am ready to be filled by You;

I do remember the thrill of your touch,

I do desire the light of your gentle breath,

You give me life so that I can see,

And taste,

Your ultimate goodness.


My Argument with A Butterfly

Once, I argued with a butterfly~

You go in such a zig-zag way,

That I cannot reason why,

A straight line is the better way,

You foolish butterfly…

Next, I ridiculed the swallow,

For making such a mess,

Your home’s not ecological,

It’s such a sloppy nest,

So gross, you stupid swallow…

Why don’t the beavers know,

They’re ruining all our wood?

And tell all the farting cows,

That really is no good.

Why am I the only one,

Who knows just what is right?

Why is everyone else so dumb,

When only I’m so bright?

Alas, I picked a noble fight,

With all the numb-skull planet,

So everyone could see the light,

That I’m who should command it.

From safe within my certainties,

I corrected everyone’s errors,

I uttered forth my good decrees,

For I was the good truth-bearer,

And I brought them to their knees.

Enlightener of this wayward place,

All creatures must be glad for me,

Dispensing forth my human grace,

I made the whole world clearly see~

Humility is lost on the human race.


The Little Jewish Boy: audiobook

In this episode we hear the first-hand account of an elderly man, who tells his own remarkable story of the German invasion, and occupation of Poland in 1939. Back then, he was a young man of nineteen living peacefully on his parent’s farm. But very quickly, he gets caught up in the events that will forever change the lives of everyone around him. He describes in vivid and emotional detail how he was plunged into the midst of terrible violence, and his own descent into despair and hopelessness; and then the moment that gave him renewed hope, and a new will to fight for life and love, against overwhelming odds. In fact, it is a little boy who inspires our narrator; a little boy who, through the humblest of means and in a most beautiful and sublime way, shows our narrator the way to fight evil, and reignites his own will to live and to be free. Well, enough of this preamble, let’s hear the whole story in his own words. You may want to box of tissues at the ready for his emotional tale.

Totally Bent

One step closer,

nothing to prove,

one step closer,

to you, Lord.

One step farther,

away from this world,

one step further,

towards you, Lord.

I’ve done what they wanted,

and what they required,

from all that I’m totally through.

Now Lord, I’m coming to you.

Oh, your night smells so sweet,

though my days were well spent,

but its time now to put up my feet—

towards heaven I’m totally bent.

I’m happy to shed all the things I have gathered,

so happy to give them all up,

the duties and all of the ways I have labored,

all fade as You gather me up.

Gather me up Lord, yes please, gather me up,

I’ve nothing to prove here, its true.

Everything vanishes from view,

Each step, I take closer to You.


Peace So Elusive

Spinning, spinning,

round and round,

a dog chasing his tail,

is no way to be,

no way to find it.

Hiding, hiding,

its all around,

a blind man wails,

no light to see,

no light to find it.

Falling, falling,

down and down,

a nature so frail,

no hope in us,

God help us find it!

Stopping, stopping,

slowing down,

a corrupt mind assailed,

no thought is free,

no thought can find it.

Breathing, breathing,

turning round,

a world to bewail,

no longer to agree,

unwillingness to find it.

Praying, praying,

bowing down,

a Savior to hail,

in Him is peace,

The Way to find it—

Peace so elusive.


Keep Seeking

It is better to seek,

even if we do not find,

than to never seek at all.

It is better to keep seeking,

even though we do not find,

than to give up the search entirely.

It is better to wait upon the Truth,

than to grow impatient and then,

to populate our mind with illusions.

It is better to keep waiting,

and to exercise our hope,

than to grow indolent upon deceptions.

Even if our soul were to indulge a thousand years upon the fat of this land—

Still, it would languish and fall faint, for lack of spiritual nourishment.

Though our seeking may appear fruitless, and our waiting unfulfilled—

Seeking and waiting reveal their inner mysteries, and by these we are continually renewed.