john 9

Many remember the disgraceful parade

The Hill and the thieves

The strange cry at departure

And they called it done

And they called it weak

And they called it misguided.

But I arose

King David’s words

Rejoiced in me

The angels collected with welcome

The Father’s embrace

Warmed these Cross-stretched arms

Finished…accomplished…no loose ends

And I am seated

In Heavenly places

With full realization of

Conditions of my flock

They bleat and I see

They struggle with the everyday

And I relate

Commiserate, compassionate


Lights that shine

In a darkening world

A declining world

Father and I work out

The response, the reward,

The rescue, the recompense

And yes, there is the return.

Another procession

Another parade

But this one all victory

All vitalizing, vindicating

Just as promised.

In unfailing Word.


(Doug has dreamed of both parades with equal respect and longing.)


Unpaid Forward


Heard your cries kid

Answered your call

You wore a robe full of holes

Came to assist

Couldn’t pull you out

Only sink deeper

When you resist

Love had arrived

But you were too taken

By a façade of false light

Courtesy of the father of lies

Your first instinct denied was right

Could have chosen faith

You trusted in sight

Love wears no disguise

Offered you a banquet

Preferred to regress

Eat yesterday’s cold vomit

Instead of today’s grace

Not time yet…

Though very near to you

Awaits an open book test


There’s another cry in the dark

To which I must attend

Already known, the outcome

Just as you don’t know it yet

Won’t know any time soon

The visitation…

To which you must one day acknowledge and attest

For a time…

Things will remain the same

But the day will come

Though the choice be thine own

After that day…

You will be unable to proclaim

That you called…

And I never came

Verily I say…

I sent a faithful servant

Who honors my name

You took what was freely “given”

And tried to use it for selfish gain

Such a shame

Could have been a much shorter journey

I had a better plan for you

With much less pain.



Nothing left to say

Was what it was

And the “is what it is”

In the “Now”

Yet remains


A bit cliche’


In the ruins of ancient Temples toppled

Serenity found

Footprints impressed upon settled dust

Sites preserved

Broken weapons of destruction rust


Where foolish men

Laid bloodied hands on lands

Toiled and sweated

And structures emerged


All relinquished and replaced

By housing for crosses

Around necks of Temples

Etched upon lifeless hearts of stone

Masonic and devoid of Grace


Assembly forsaken

Scattered to four corners high and low

Churches walk among us

Lost, confused…

Seeking Churches to belong to


He said:

“Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up”

He said:

“Go to the temple and show yourselves to the high priest”

Only one of ten understood

And turned on his heels to fall at His feet


We still seek without knowing

Well meaning volunteering “counsel without knowledge”

We walk without “going”

Prey while praying

Say nothings worth saying

In silence receiving

Actions the only evidence of obeying


Staunch atheistic cynics loiter outside mental health clinics

Awaiting receipts for rebellion’s remittances

Hands extended out  

Pacing impatiently…

In anticipation of long overdue unholy wages earned

Endless dubious philosophies and perspectives

Ending in …imists

In fogs un-lifted

Through bogs miasmic, torpid and asphyxiating

Pretenses of patience

In games of waiting


In our “being”

Ill at ease

Restless un-stilled

Impure while un-sifted

Recklessly free-willed


The chosen elite

Survey from on high

Those on the bottom

Somehow conveniently forgetting to remember

What was forgotten or why?


Violently awakened by tremors and night sweats

Breaking surface sputtering for breath

At first…

The Light hurts the eyes

Once acclimated…

The heretofore storm roiled ‘SEE’

We sought to escape

Reflects the heavens

As if…

A sea of mirrored glass un-enleadened


And we can now climb ladders into wellsprings in peace

Welcomed back like Prodigals

Among those chosen first

To be last

From the least

Given a most befuddling, mysterious,

unlikely place of honor

Once all trials and tribulations have ceased

Like Abraham unto Lazarus

Welcomed at the Lord’s feast.


“Can you hear me now?”

Attempting to find self
seeking to be enlightened
Deep hurt left you feeling let down abandoned
Not just running scared and “from” but in rebellion
Consorting with witches, druids, cults

Defensive, repelling
pushing back against no resistance
falling under your own momentum

Here’s a little secret
i couldn’t discern
from tainted voices
but learned by being guided
by better voices
who walked unashamed
in better choices and felt no need to hide it

“you gotta’ lose self…

to find it”

but ya’ can’t just do it on your own

doesn’t work that way

there’s only one…




(OH no…
Who wants to hear this again…shut up!
it can’t possibly be that simple!)

(Let’s have a dialogue…)
Off and running…
here we go!!
you’ve begun a walk
but you just don’t know

A good work in you
has begun
and HE is ever Faithful
to see it through

Son-light increase

You’re holding a scholarship now
He’s paid in full for your in-tuition

Like a beaten down tamed bull in a china shop, meek till a passing car back-fires and you take off like a shot !
Under slow rotating prisms mirroring false lights, clutching crystals, pyramids, tokens, talismans
artificial, self induced, ingested love fest of ecstasy

The pounding beat inside your head
hips gyrating in a fellowship of damnation

Misery, self-mutilating, the cutter’s cuts, classic case, classic symptoms, escapism
Existential gentle murmurs, metaphysical, holistic, chanting, incanting, droning into shifting consciousness’ borne aloft in spirit, transcendental
tarot cards
crystal balls
palms read
psychic hotline
lifeline disconnect

out of body…
(“when you see the abomination in desolation”- let the reader understand)

The time is near…
The Kingdom at hand!

Gods of earth and nature
false white light
seekers of truth
headed for catastrophy

maybe too late
out of time
He walks among us
and is calling
like never before

It’s in the air
on every breath


this pull
this thirst
this call to awakening
Resonating in us all

Bristling with energy and light
Pain and suffering
purging us
tempering steel

What’s left after the pain and sorrows ?

Standing at ground zero, feeling like the last person on earth
When you’ve withstood every blow
back in searing pain from the enemy’s poison darts and arrows
when you’ve endured against all odds…
you must ask yourself…

HOW Can This Be … ?

WHY … ?

As you/we slump to your/our knees
awash in these anguished cries

Off frequency
out of tune
the message got garbled by atmospheric conditions,
between cell sites, lofty high towers
false repeaters signals
through a tempestuous
gauntlet of
money changing
grabbing hands
ritualistic, customs, traditions, churchianic overload !

You had to move
out of a…


Die to self in order to Receive

New life springs from seed out of a dark fertile silence
reaching to light
shedding a husk
You’ve got four bars now
and a full re-charge
A ringtone’s lilting melody
breaks the silence
A text message
comes through”call on ME” don’t worry about a bill
the charges have  already been reversed”
“I loved you first”
And always remember…
“when the world hates you,
that they hated me first”
I have “living water and Bread of Life”

To quell hunger and quench your every thirst 

So now you make an overdue transatlantic call
to an estranged friend

“Hello…can’t believe it’s really you
been so long since I had someone
I could really talk to”

“Yeah…well it’s good to hear you too
sorry about the way things went down”

“It’s forgiven…water under the bridge, done deal, nuff’ said”

“Well um…been clean for quite a while now and I was thinking, maybe I could help you?

Have you considered Jesus He’s changed my life, I can’t begin to tell you how much”

“I’m so glad you called, don’t know how you got my number, don’t even care…I’m all ears now

Don’t know what happened
or how…

but yes,


God Bless

To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”
– Thomas Aquinas-
God Bless