poetry

I have made an armistice and bound my hands together in prayer, not apart and holding to yours. No more. I have left it behind for the rolling and romping truce I have made twixt God and I. I heave in waves to solve you and dissolve your shade in the sun. The sky isn’t … Continue reading

Excerpts
poetry

Excerpts

from a poem I’m writing about my brother He took to evangelism early. Japan first. He always got sick, yet stayed and ministered to the temple-goers, stood before the small gods and sang in a language that the people did not understand, unless he were to sing “Hotel California” the teenage anthem of the Japanese. … Continue reading