poetry is a way
for you to know me
each line
an open door
to see what’s inside
to read between the lines
to read behind the lines
all of it truth
all of it out there
as the words
enter your eyes
to your heart
there’s a moment created
for you to ask
for you to listen
for you to understand
for you to delve
and get to know me
if you want
open doors
“Old Towns”
I remember a place I used to visit
called “Desperation”
where I’d buy gifts for men
hoping they’d want me Continue reading
Similar but Different
Yesterday, on my lunch break, I traveled back over to Balboa Park, and along the way, I asked the Holy Spirit which way to walk. He took me down the path He had taken me down to meet Lee, my homeless friend with a southern drawl, so I was all excited to see him again. My plan was to invite him to our worship gathering that we’re having there today, but as I was walking, God changed my plan. Continue reading
In His Stillness
Yesterday, in Balboa Park, I was sitting on my wall, admiring God’s beauty in the scenery and in the people around me, when this man started to walk by. I asked him about his day. He said it was good and asked about mine. I said the same thing. Then, he added a comment about where he was headed. To me, that was an open door, so I jumped up to talk with him. Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 