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January 29, 2017 - Comments Off on Tears in my eyes

Tears in my eyes

There are tears in my eyes,
yet I’m too afraid to cry.

as they well up, I put
my mind against them.

I cross my strong arms,
and build a wall.


I am scared of what
the tears will say.

That I am
not in control.


I am none of these things,
these are alternative facts.

Tears must be
left to run,
to fall,

Tears uncover truth,
and expose empathy.

In allowing myself to
feel the pain of the other,
the strength of their resolve,
persistance in calamity,
hope in tragedy.

I am human,
just as them.

So put things in place,
applications, interrogation,
and backgrounds checks.

But not a wall.

Don’t deny those who’ve
jumped through hoops,
crossed their t’s
and dotted countless i’s.


Soften your strong arms,
and take down biased walls.

Be Justice.
Be Peace.
Be Hope.

For this is America.
And it is ours.


When I think about the current situation, I continue to retire to the words graven in stone, at the feet of, our Lady Liberty,

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

And I wonder what we have to lose with this inciteful rhetoric coming from the Oval Office?
I would assume laws cannot be breached as the courts act as our balance. The orders though, have become more brazen, the interpretations more muddy, and repercussions felt globally. It seems we may have a lot more to lose then we may have thought.

Which means Lady Justice may have to raise her sword and actually do some work over the next four years.

*From "The New Colossus" an 1883 Emma Lazarus poem quoted on the Statue of Liberty.


Also this, please take 5 minutes to listen to Sir Ian McKellen quote some Shakespearre… which is quite interesting, as we as humans have always had to deal with the fear of “strangers in our land”:

August 15, 2016 - Comments Off on This Tree of Ours

This Tree of Ours

If this community is a tree,
we are roots, and bark, and trunk,
with limbs, and leaves and blossoms.
Yes, you and them,
him and her,
he and she,
each a part of this beautiful tree.

Our roots find their way through the soil,
digging through dirt rich in the blood of martyrs,
testimonies and teaching feed our growth.

Beneath this layer is the bedrock of our faith,
this Jesus — the beginning and the end,
the living word, God incarnate.

His spirit is the aquifer flowing throughout,
bringing living water upwards to quench our thirst,
for life, for meaning, for faith and grace.

Teachers and preachers establish our trunk,
Words and pictures of how we are to,
react and respond in the ups and downs of life.

Our tree is encircled with a protective bark,
those who serve among us,
arms wrapped around, pulling us together.

The sap beneath our bark, is our lifeblood,
encouragers whose words are sweet, and long lasting,
through dark nights and long winter days.

The apostles among us grow outward,
branches and limbs ever expanding,
a covering from the storms around us.

The new shoots and leaves are our prophets,
soaking up the SON, they spur us upward,
for a season they do their work, and then rest. abide.

The blossoms are the merciful,
their beauty draws us in, healing flows from their nectar,
their prayers prepare us, for the coming harvest.

Producing fruit is why we are here,
planted in this place, in this soil,
justice, peace, and grace are the flavors we create.

The Gospel Message then is found,
is acted out, is incarnate… in us,
in these pews.

This community is a tree,
we are roots, and bark, and trunk,
with limbs, and leaves and blossoms.
Yes, you and them,
him and her,
he and she,
each a part of this beautiful tree.

June 20, 2016 - Comments Off on for long you were silent

for long you were silent

I like Rainer Rilke. His translated poems are great reading, even though they don't actually rhythm (translated from German). Below is one of my favorites so far from the "Rilke's Book of Hours:"

"Your first word of all was light,
and time began. Then for long you were silent.

Your second word was man, and fear began,
which grips us still.

Are you about to speak again?
I don't want your third word.

Sometimes I pray: Please don't talk.
Let all your doing be by gesture only.
Go on writing in faces and stone
what your silence means.

Be our refuge from the wrath
that drove us out of Paradise.

Be our shepherd, but never call us--
we can't bear to know what's ahead."

September 3, 2015 - Comments Off on The Man vs. The Entrepreneur

The Man vs. The Entrepreneur

The Man.
In order to fuel short-term profit gains,
The Man buries his workers in bureaucracy,
thereby stifling creative innovation.
He rewards compromise by issuing bonuses to those,
whose politics are shrewd and self-serving.

The Entrepreneur.
In order to fuel long-term equity growth,
an entrepreneur breathes life into a broken system,
thereby fueling initiative and imagination,
He rewards the risk-taker with responsibility,
empowerment reveals the untapped potential.


The Man fears innnovation & undercuts leadership potential.
The Entrepreneur embraces imagination & gives opportunity to promise.

So. Which one are you?