Chronicles of a Journeyman

  • Where did it go?

    Where did it go? The spark in our eyes As we went on the rise Climbing fast to the top Without time for a stop The glow on our faces The warmth of embraces Our loud-ringing laughter And never-ending banter When we just fell in love And the moon smiled…

  • Save the Babe!

    Save the babe! The one who never lived Have her head shorn Cuddle her in your arms Pray for her survival – that she’ll live through this storm Though we know she never lived She never was born at all Clothe her, feed her, keep her feet warm, play with…

  • The Unusual Poem

    Let us write a poem, you and I One that adheres to no rules That behaves like no other poem You have ever come across It will trace the path that we walk And tell the stories of our lives To generations yet unborn This poem of ours will not…

  • I Am

    I am a poem, of untold origin I am a cat, of nine lives I am a fire, of raging passion I am a city, of mixed multitudes I am a farm, of bountiful produce I am a river, of many journeys Carrying the story of several lands and peoples…

  • You are Mine

    You are my poem, a thousand words spinning meaning without reason, reason without meaning You are my prayer, a desire stronger than the longing of Jabez, deeper than the groans of Shiloh You are my passion, a fire burning in the inner recesses of the heart, consuming anything in its…

  • A Race Against Time

    Originally posted on Chronicles of a Journeyman: Slowly he trudged, his journey lay ahead Bleakly he looked, hoping to see the end Armory at hand, his frail soul to defend Pains around his body, aching in his head ? His fragile soul was famished, looking for a sign All his…

  • Even Great Men Struggle

    Sometimes I wonder how Elijah got to the point of telling God he wanted to die – the point where he felt he was no better than his fathers. He must have felt helpless. That moment of his life was no doubt an unbelievable contradiction. Here was a man who…

  • Wonder

    When evening shadows grow pale And the noise of the day’s hustle fades into a hum When darkness decends over the busy city And devout men in various attires Head in response to houses of prayer I sit in meditation of Your awesome wonder Wondering if you are listening to…

  • Celebrate the Difference

    Yellow. And Red Green. And Blue Cream. And Coffee Milk. And Chocolate White and Black and You and Me And everything that’s in between Contrast and complement Within the space that fills the earth. The space. That fills That occupies. Unseen Untouched. Unmoved. Unchanging. Unending Transforming. Upending So we are…

  • Exert Yourself

    As we run our race, it is important to cultivate the art of exerting ourselves. No one will prosper greatly who does not exert himself in his profession. This statement is especially true of Christians. We must exert ourselves in studying the word of God, every man for himself, and…