Shown The Way Out

children
Two children
a boy and a girl
almost identical in appearance
identically dressed
in victorian era
parochial school uniformsgreeted a sultry,sensuous,attractive woman
at the entrance
to what appeared to be
a compound…
an outpost…
in a desolate placea squared courtyard
surrounded by tall
chain-link fencing
topped with razor
and barbed wire

they motioned for her to follow
she seemed reluctant
but compeled to obey
in a subtle
spasmodic…
feeble
struggle
like a piece of tin being drawn along
by a powerful magnet

(there was no obvious visible light source
no spotlight, no lamp, no candle
yet everywhere the children stood
and immediately surrounding them
there was ambient light…
as if…
they themselves
were emanating the light source
)

on one end of the courtyard
were a series of neatly arranged
leveled plots of earth
at the head of each
was a neatly folded paper bag
containing something or other

the children led her to one of them
and motioned for her to pick it up
she curtsied somberly
and with feigned dignity
like a hooker getting booked
at a police precinct

though no handcuffs
but clearly apprehended
subdued by light
with nowhere to run
and accepting the inevitable

with the bag folded neatly in front of her
as if carrying a purse
she was beckoned to follow again
across to the far end of the yard

there were three huge
heavy wooden doors
resembling some sort of barnyard design
they opened one
and motioned for her to enter
she was blank stared
as she complied unable to resist

she entered…
disappeared…
blended into the darkness therein
and emerged again facing them
curtsied…
as she laid down the bag
upon a flat stone slab

the children…
solemn and purposeful in their duty
seemed to have done this
many times before
as they slowly slammed shut the door
with a thud…
and latched it securely

they turned and walked away
as they did…
they motioned for me to follow

(i thought they didn’t know i was here?)

(this is my dream…i’m the observer?)

the whole time…
i was wrong

the children led me towards the open gate
along the way cries could be heard
howls and moans, bone chilling, heart stopping
seemed to go on forever
much the same as the previously
short walk from the gate
which now seemed distant
uphilled and arduous

i asked them why?
why did it take so long
for it to burn?

they stopped just short of the gate
turned and spoke in unison
for the very first time
their lips not moving

they said:

“some take longer than others”

as i walked out
i smelled something awful burning
too horrible to describe
stinging my nose
dark billowing smoke
drifted by overhead

as they closed the gate behind me
i thought…
they seemed like children in appearance
but they were clearly something more

across a dirt road on the far shoulder
a car had been left running
headlights still on

i got in…
put it in gear…

and did not look back

dawn was breaking upon the horizon
warmth…
and daylight
a most welcome sight

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dove
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers” God Bless
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Dessicant

Caricatures of character
brevity’s reluctant protractor
beholden to the ulterior motives of a sly benefactor
mules eager and willing
readily available
so why buy a tractor?Heed the “Word
of your advisor
there is no need so desperate
that one should sit at the table of a miserThe Lord provides abundantly for His chosen
be not deceived by lies
of despisers
and the frozen

Verbal expulsions belie
obsessive compulsions
denials prolonging trials
an eleven days journey
doesn’t have to take forty years
or cover thousands of miles

Vultures overhead
glide in lazy circles
casting shadows on the sands
overly eager to close in
on the last breaths
of barren hearts
and empty hands
chasing mirages of oases
to the very point of collapse

Mal-nourished by the diminishing crumb offerings of the stingy
and eventually crumbling to dust

Proverbs 23:6-8
6 Do not eat the bread of a miser,
Nor desire his delicacies
;
7 For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.
“Eat and drink!” he says to you
,
But his heart is not with you.
8 The morsel you have eaten, you will vomit up,
And waste your pleasant words.

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dove
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers” God Bless

Peanut Butter With Jesus

pb jar

The elephant in the room is growing restless
curious and mischievous
how he opens the jars is mysterious
the cost of peanut butter is rising
as is the cost of trash bags
to collect the empty jars he leaves strewn about
They all say they see him too,
as they pat me on the head patronizingly
They see him in vibrant colors
but i know the elephant is truly only gray
They step in what he leaves behind him
do not see it
do not smell it
their feet slip on it
The eyes that hide behind the elephant’s flankside
are amused
Flick half-hearted ineffectual prayers off of themselves
like just so many gnats or flys
A minor inconvenience
he seems to draw many wherever he goes
Tried to starve him out…
but he just goes over to the neighbor’s house
where the front gate is left wide open
and the cost of feeding him is bankrupting them
It’s a wilderness in the spaces between here and there
and he knows the well worn paths’
through the dark woods that now separate us
where the hidden stashes of peanut butter can be found

JESUS is in our front yard
by a picnic table beneath the shade of an old oak tree
spreading out a red and white checkered tablecloth
three cups, three plates lovingly placed before us
Jesus smiles His approval as we bow and kneel
in thanksgiving and praise
my brother, my sister and i
While, from the other side of a hedge
the elephant slowly turns and lumbers away
only then do we notice
he has the tail of a lion
looking away somewhat puzzled
we see JESUS filling our cups to overflowing
our eyes…
now flooded with light

And…

What has become of our beloved neighbors?

Well…unfortunately, they are at their wits’ end.

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If So, Fact So…

Such as serpents and doves
feel the sting of white gloves
across flustered countenances
twenty paces at dawn
Dueling pistols
some loaded
some not
what is to fear from an adversary
whom at every turn thus far
has missed the Mark,
And…Paul, and Matthew, and John…
Chasing foxes in vineyards
in pursuit of rats
carrying plagues
“when in Rome do as the Romans do”

“Render unto Caesar that which belongs to Caesar
and give to God that which belongs to God”

Words as riddles to some
plugging away at scandalous, embarassing, shameful leaks in dikes
right into old ages’ crumbled to dust
but the youth…
the youth have been called to serve
to let it flow,
in fact so…

Not boastful nor haughty
but assured in Christ alone
nothing unseen crawling up their sleeves
it is their time to shine

To instruct to guide them
then to know…
when the sleep has left their eyes,
when to step aside,
and let go

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MONGOLIA - 2001/01/01: Mongolia,near Ulaanbaatar, Mongolian Grassland In Winter, Steppes, Mongolian Woman Letting Sheep Out Of Shed Onto Pasture. (Photo by Wolfgang Kaehler/LightRocket via Getty Images)

MONGOLIA – 2001/01/01: Mongolia,near Ulaanbaatar, Mongolian Grassland In Winter, Steppes, Mongolian Woman Letting Sheep Out Of Shed Onto Pasture. (Photo by Wolfgang Kaehler/LightRocket via Getty Images)

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dove
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers”

God Bless

Encounter

mustard seed
One out of six
eyes alive.evil glares
wounded stares
tug-o-war
we don’t see each other
only the sleeping object flagged in betweenThe Son is with us
we’ve come for the Mother.He is safe and guarded by Angels behind a hedge
she is in peril

Across hot sands
“rise and walk”
comes the command
Book in hand

Knock on the door
one gleam, one glimmer
“take this please”
place it in her hands
turn and leave

Back across the sands
five in hot pursuit
overtaken and surrounded
skirmish in a silent invisible war

Face in the sand i fall
in Jesus name i bind
in Jesus name i find
i awaken back safe at home again

A seed is planted
deep in the earth to die to self
to change
to live
to seek
to find
to give
to grow
to sow

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dove
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers”

God Bless

What Did You Mean?

broken window

Pantomime behind a plate glass window
the world i knew came crashing in on me
brick with a note attached
landed at my feet

looters rioting in the street
amid the chaos
eyes awakened to reality
“this is the real you”
the note read

familial strangers
banged on drums
danced a intoxicating tribal ritual
around my head

shaking off the cobwebs,
breaking the trance,
two left feet,
limp away,
from a carnal dance

deja vu’
seeing double, triple
eyes now adjusted to the dark
target aquired
moving into range
holding my fire
because you hold hostages

you’ve been disowned
we are estranged
you can’t touch me anymore
so you resort to hurling bodies at me

you’re self-defeating
everytime you miss me
you shatter more windows
start the process
of setting another prisoner free

an unexpected phone call
based on a conversation
two weeks old.
“what did you mean?”
“Anthony,you used these words…
help me to understand”

“autonomous?”

“iceberg effect?”

“sentience?”

“learned behaviors?”

“triggers?”

“identifying with your abuser”

it struck a note with me,
what does it all mean?

for starters,
it means you’re waking up,
glad you called…

“i’ve got some self help books i’d like you to read if you’re willing?”
they were gifted to me by a friend,
helped me a bunch,
you’re more than welcome to them..

“i’d love that.”

“let him know that whoever brings back a sinner from the error of his way will save his soul from death.” (James 5:20 RSV)

love the sound of breaking glass,
answered prayers,
music to my ears,
thank you Lord.

Face-Off

sniper
Begins with kneeling
leads to walking
trying to
“do”
as well as
“talking”will i stand my ground
when the salvos begin?will i doubt progress
and cave back into sin?

arrows whizzing by

and what about the bad guys
dressed in black trenchcoats
with the evil grins?

reckon…
i’m in for a reckoning

…remember them?

will i pee my pants?

will their bullets
make me dance…
again?

while in the backgound

inventive machinations

juggernauts

of the enemy’s design

lumber by?

two armies
face off
in…
“the battlefield
of the mind”

lock and load
one last gulp
shake off fear

in the crosshairs
flip a baseball cap around
singled out…
close one eye
bring into focus

the first one drops
without a sound

my hand stops trembling
clean shot…
straight through
what should have been
a heart

 

incredibly he stands
tears in his eyes
desperately staggers
towards me
drops to his knees
and in stammered speechsays…”don’t shoot…
i give up!”

“i was just…
trying to make my way
over to your side
you just…

shot…

a…

friend…”

(ungh…)

God Bless
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dove
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers” God Bless