Archive for March, 2007
Eternal Souls
How old are you? The very question imposes a human limitation to the understanding of time. Jesus said in Luke 20 “…he is not the God of the dead, but of the living. For to Him all are alive.”
George McDonald, in his “Letter to American Boys” begins this way, and masterfully introduces this concept…
“Shall I […]
Published by the tattooed poet on March 22nd, 2007 tagged Worship, Spiritual Formation, Mystical | Comment now »
Thoughts for the Tribe, part 1
Lies. Truth.
Seeking God out, and walking with him on a darkened trailway.
Band of Brothers - thank God for you.
Africa calls.
Here is a little verse I wrote this morning about questioning the lies in our life… Dedicated to the Wild Tribe of Birmingham…
Things are not what they seem.
Lies are indeed, just lies.
Wrestling with questions,
We get pinned […]
Published by the tattooed poet on March 20th, 2007 tagged Mystical, Poetry | 4 Comments »
Everybody Wants to be Irish…
…especially on St. Patrick’s Day. So, I thought I’d give you a view of the real Irish….
How’d you like this?
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Here’s pinchin’ you, babe!
Christy Moore, music, Shane McGowan, St. Patricks Day
Published by the tattooed poet on March 17th, 2007 tagged Music | Comment now »
God Paints the Sky
This poem is dedicated in honor of my good friend Loy Mershimer, who regularly captures God’s Paintings with his digital camera. See a fine example here…
God Paints the Sky
God paints the sky;
Luminous colors and whimsical clouds
Textured together to beautify
Our days…
Let us praise
The One who paints the sky!
God paints the sky;
Reflective moisture and ethereal winds
Blended together […]
Published by the tattooed poet on March 16th, 2007 tagged Mystical, Poetry | Comment now »
Recent Reflections
Photos
Published by the tattooed poet on March 15th, 2007 tagged Photos | Comment now »
The Child Redeemed
I gazed into the mirror
upon a warrior king
But mirrors as they are
Cannot show you everything.
Scars were there upon me
Proof of battles won
Yet nowhere could I see
God’s beloved son.
Naked and ashamed was I
While voices all around
Sang lullabies of shame
To bid me shed my crown.
And I was prone to listen
Like many times before
Prepared for flight, I turned…
Yet […]