Sparrow has grown old

Sparrow has grown old;
his wings are heavy and his voice not as bright.
The cool wind of fall ruffles hair and feathers
as we sit together by the lake.

Turning to me, he says:
"Brother, even the sky will die,
and the wind itself is not a thing eternal.
But you, if you remain righteous and faithful,
you will see Paradise forever."

Putting my arm around him and holding him tight,
I choke out my words:
"Please, do not speak of such a thing!
I cannot bear to see you go.
You who are so beautiful and so free in the sky,
I do not wish to see cold in the ground."

"I know that such a thought is painful,
but I cannot escape my destiny.
Do not worry, though, for my children you will love,
and their children after me;
you will always have brothers and sisters in us."

Rain Haiku / In Its Wake

Rain Haiku

After the rain -
the birds exultant
and the smell of worms



In Its Wake

cascading,
grass fading,
summer to fall -
time does not wait
to throw you the ball

Forever in Your Finger

You have Forever in Your finger!
Light bursts forth from a thought;
the merest syllable of a word
formed galaxies before Your eyes.

There is no place that is not touched
by the immensity of Your goodness,
nor is there a world that does not know
of Your great Love.

Orgy of Song

You can find me flapping in every wing,
shining in the rays of the setting sun,
scattered in the storm winds
like so many poplar seeds,
white and fluffy and covering all.

Each breath is shared by bird and beast,
flower and tree.
I breathe you, sisters and brothers;
let us love each other as one being of praise,
an orgy of song and heartbeats
proclaiming Him Creator of All.

Love is the Melody

Is there a haiku in a breath,
is there a sonnet in a sigh?
Life is a poem and a song,
and we can choose the chords.
Love is the melody,
sweet and never dissonant,
and it makes all songs worthy.

Reset [2015/2016?]

Jehovah, if only you would come down to me
and hit the reset button!
Send me back to the beginning of the game,
and fill my inventory with so many power-ups
to see me through each and every level.

You have set down the variables and the subroutines,
you are Admin over all,
and yet the majority of players deny your existence.
Shall the code say to the programmer:
"Why did you write me this way?"
Shall it not rather follow the scripts it has been given,
and acknowledge its Creator?

Jehovah, my code has been corrupted,
and I have wandered to where I do not belong.
Satan noclips his way through the maps,
offering God Mode to any who will worship him;
he offers what he does not have,
and no player is he able to save.
As a final boss he is found pathetic
before your great power.

Full of Love

To the tune of 'Only You' by Yazoo


Seems like only yesterday
that I become a stray
going reckless

But now that I know that I must change
my ways rearrange
and stop being feckless

If there's one person I should serve
keep on a straight path and do not swerve
Jehovah God above,
full of Love.

Will he take me back again
after all of my sin
and restore me?

They say He is quick to forgive
that He wants all to live...
does He adore me?

If there's one person I should serve
keep on a straight path and do not swerve
Jehovah God above,
full of Love.