Silent Veil

Through each of us there runs a silent veil
A window which no mortal eyes see through
Behind which lies our inner faerie tale
Our endless worlds there hid from common view

And oft we do feel hidden in our caves
Beneath the lonely mountains of our soul
A magic realm, yet lonely as a grave
A half of what should surely be a whole

Until a burning fire doth transcend 
That barrier that only love can cross
For those who only seek for their own ends
Will never know the beauty they have lost

And when you find one faithful, kind, and true
Your inner worlds shall meet and grow anew

Owl Eyes

A switch is flipped, the light goes out at once
My eyes so quickly drowned in liquid black
My legs they twitch, my feet all set to run

To anywhere! No thought of coming back

For what am I to do without my sight?
So helpless I’ve become. Could I dare stay?
And wait for boars and bears to charge and bite?
And tear my limbs apart, to drag away?

Have I been forced into this helpless stance?

Or has despair crept in and hid through fear—

A truth so clear if only I would glance—

That while I wailed the world had reappeared!

The Lord has answered all my tearful cries
He blessed me with these glowing Owl Eyes

Heavenly Father

Heavenly Father
Holy is thy name
Thy will shall be done
And thy kingdom shall come
To Earth as it is now in Heaven
Give us today the bread we need
For the nourishment of body and soul
Forgive us Father, for our sins against you
As we forgive those who have sinned against us
And shine your heavenly light down upon us

That we may find our way back home

Incantations

A 14mb text file can’t contain even .00001% the information required to make a human body. I downloaded my DNA data from a popular genetic testing site, and this was the size.

DNA are not detailed instructions for creating a body. They are a magic spell—an incantation that summons ancient spirits directed by God’s creative love.

Free Will Chiasmus

Free will is
that which spontaneously springs forth
from our spirit 

Our hearts aching
The yearning
from the depths of our soul
Causeless creation—
And unfettered desire

...little star

I held a great grandmother in my arms last night. The strong, loving matriarch of a great family laid cozy in her flowery onesie. Beloved by her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, she yawned and curled her little fingers by her rosy cheeks. I felt this while looking down at my two week old daughter. I could see unborn future generations looking at me with concern in their eyes as their hopes rested gently in my arms. I could hear their thoughts—Take care of my momma! My Grandma! My Great Grandma!

The responsibility is enough to bring me to my knees— yet it gave me strength as my heart welled inside my chest. May you fulfill God's greatest hopes for you my dear sweet Stella Margaret.

Facing Demons

The demons have always knocked at my door. At all hours. Softly at first, then harder and more demanding. Since I was young I invited them in. At first only the polite "reasonable" sounding ones. I'd make a deal and they'd leave only to return a little sooner each time. Sometimes they'd return with friends, make an introduction, and I'd let them in too. They made clever arguments, inspired passion, pride, lust and anger. They told me that I was a good person and I wanted to believe it. I was being pragmatic, not evil! As time went on, more and more demons occupied my heart. Things got messy, anxious, ugly. But that wasn't my fault. I was a good person!

The revelation of my own wickedness was a shock to me, and impossible to ignore. That was about five years ago. It was the spark that lit a Christian fire in my heart. I needed Jesus. I cried for Jesus! But I didn't know how to be a Christian. I've never had a cigarette habit but I started in secret to send my prayers up to God through tobacco smoke, something I'd heard American Indians did that oddly felt right to me during this time. One by one my demons were revealed to me and I began the painful process of removing them and repairing what I could of the damage they did.

Five years later I have a beautiful wife and a growing family (two kids and counting), but the demons still knock and some of them I still let in. The difference (which was powerfully revealed to me) is that now when I let one in I am inviting them near my children. My demons are not my problem alone. They are not just trying to destroy me but use me to get into the world and destroy others. I am a doorway for them to sneak into God's creation and spread their poison. This is a burden I take seriously. I have to. And so I must remember that prayer makes me strong but when I fail, repentance will bring a glorious army of angels to bear on my enemies.