Friday, May 27, 2005


opaque his lens his own shape
it seems is trapped in cube
as you feel compressed
as a diamond is beautiful

he can see her art
and marvel he may
while keeping those demons
as the Lion's mane
draws warmth from their Love

buttons and zippers
and catalog flippers
and all the lines of the cliche
lip service burn from anxious
tongues of fire

sky of blue under Aslan's
mountain lies life of good and
evil too preoccupied with themselves
to see it pass

so time will come unknown
to most the vex will resound while
father pride will wither
to be destroyed for
He is not a tame Lion.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005


"Are you not thirsty?" said the Lion.
"I'm dying of thirst," said Jill.
"Then drink," said the Lion.
"May I...could I...would you mind going away while I do?" said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
"Will you promise not anything to me, if I do come?" said Jill.
"I make no promise," said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
"Do you eat girls?" she said.
"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings as emperors, cities and realms," said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
"I daren't come and drink," said Jill.
"Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
"Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."
"There is no other stream," said the Lion.
It never occurred to Jill to disbelieve the one who had seen his stern face could do that...and her mind suddenly made itself up. It was the worst thing she had ever had to do, but she went forward to the stream, knelt down, and began scooping up water in her hand. It was the coldest, most refreshing water she had ever tasted. You didn't need to drink much of it, for it quenched your thirst as once.

-The Silver Chair, Lewis

Monday, May 16, 2005

numenous bloom

you think he's proud of the ambient glow of life that riddles his earth? or saddened by the vast number of glowworms that refuse thier heritage? in fact, i'm not blind yet, from the light i mean...but oh how my heart longs for the numenous bloom of eternal sunshine of which blindness is the only outcome; and the loss of sight brings the realization of truth and faith in which Love binds in unadulterated accord. my appetite for revolution is mounting. we store up courage awaiting the perfect timing of Love and its course in us; in such a time that Love may inhabbit this world. forasmuch as you're human - your call will be one to change your state of invisible apathy to absolved joy. can you see its radience, its passion, its love?

Monday, May 02, 2005

miller time

imagine adam and eve and how they were moment to moment; every second of their existence validated, motivated, animated by the Love of God. they had no concern about their person; they didn't even know they were naked. the Love of God was not a commodity, it was life... it told them who they were. they were creation and in perfect relationship with the creator. when sin crept into the garden, this connection was broken... no longer having God breathe life into their every moment... they now looked at each other and noticed something very different... they're alone. and... naked. now we strive for Love... for worth and value in any form from any entity, save God-this being the essence of sin... but all have one thing in common: the goal. to be deemed worthy to remain in the boat... to be alive... i find myself trying to find it in being the better musician, appearing more wealthy than others, wanting to be more popular among my surrounding peers or friends.... even deeper... by trying to be more spiritual, smarter, more read... godly. this is why we need.... this is why i need Jesus. to show me how to live without a boat... to find my worth in His Love and purpose within His Will. and wean me off the kind of existence that holds me to being better than the next person in order to stay in the boat. God is constantly refining my view of humanity as i fall right out of the boat. good thing Jesus can walk on water, huh?