God Is In The Radio

poem

  • Neither Good Nor Bad

    Neither good nor badI walk with eyes wide open The pull of fleeting pleasureslike a magnet for my small mind Realization flickers, yes, I know itYet delusion, faithful shadowkeeps pace beside me Together they wander the pathtoward a destination unnameda… Continue reading

    Neither Good Nor Bad
  • How Good It Is

    It is always beginningEverything, just beginningEach moment, a new dawnbursting open Again and againa fresh starteach sunrise a newborn god Every smile, the first smilethe best smile And so often I forgethow good it issimply to be alive Continue reading

    How Good It Is
  • The Way Home

    He does not know the way home Nor does he feel the spirit follow He is searching in the dark for something sacred But he has yet to realize That he just needs to stay put To let the sacred… Continue reading

    The Way Home
  • August Sun

    Oppressive heat fallsAugust weighs upon the airsuch is the seasonBest to sit beneath the sunand let it have its way Continue reading

    August Sun
  • Strange Beacon

    An old man holds outa weathered cross in the heatsweat streaks down his facehis crooked smile glimmers brighta strange, glorious beacon Continue reading

    Strange Beacon
  • Among Paradise

    Sun devours sky, sweat baptizes silence Fruit bursts, tongue learns heaven’s secret Ancestors whisper: remember, forget nothing Father was neither saint nor devil, only man Holy, wild, human: he walked among paradise Continue reading

    Among Paradise
  • Summer Storm

    Rain pours from a darkened skywind thrashes the trees We watch, hoping the creekwon’t overflow its banks Safe in the house, listeningto the fury of a summer storm Continue reading

    Summer Storm
  • The Vine

    The vine wraps around the bushCreeping toward the porch Delicate flowers grow from itFood for the bumblebees We know we have to tear it outBefore its hold becomes too strong But for now, I marvelAt the beauty in its reach Continue reading

    The Vine
  • After the Heat

    The heat has brokencool air slips through the trees My mind feels lighterbut anger still visitsa blade through calm It seethes at the worldunwilling to yieldto what simply is And so I bleedalone in the refusal Continue reading

    After the Heat
  • The Wheel Turns

    I am born with the dawna spark in breaking light By nightfall, I withermy being folded into dark At sunrise, I rise once morereborn from the fire of day At sunset, I fall againa shadow cast into silence So the… Continue reading

    The Wheel Turns