Here now are the realms of wonder. Yet I forget, I fall out of presence. I fall back Back into myself, back into the broken world system, back into the dysfunctions of my mind Dysfunctions of my understanding about what is true. Eating again of the wrong tree, That tempting fruit of the tree of … More Walking in the Realms of Wonder
“Back to the Garden” is a small book of 19,595 words. It is a culmination; a journey. A bit of invitation, exhortation and personal processing, outlining the freedom and limits in constructing a solid spiritual house while living in a deconstructionist age. May you find it to be a guide or an encouragement on your personal … More Finding Your Way: “Back to the Garden”
If you have not noticed, masculinity- a man’s strength- is under assault in today’s culture. Being real and honest with other strong and successful men can be hard, but it’s very, very, good. Our spiritual adversary, the accuser, wants us isolated and feeling diminished or insecure about our strengths. He generally does this by accusing … More For the Mighty Men of God
Peace of mind, comes with time out of mind. Time out of troubles, time beyond time. Time spent walking in the realms of wonder, time spent beyond,leads to peace of mind. Peace of mind comes with time out of mind.
The King rules over the land. The Prophet rules over the Sacred Words. The Priest intercedes between the heavens and the earth. The Poet lives within all three inhabiting them simultaneously. Dr. SkipMoen quotes James L. Perotti when stating”“The poet is a mortal, claimed by the gods to reveal them in words; poetry is at … More The Poet.
Who cares for truth in a lawless age, when Pope and potentate rage? Who cares for truth in this lawless age where relativity contends against the sage? The scales shift to suit the headlines or the editors view, will this really do? Finding truth will save our time, if quick we look to … More Who cares for truth in a lawless age?
These vast vistas, the wide empty; Many pass through, pass over, pass by; Missing the simple magnificence. The simple can see, the pretentious and conceited are blind, blind to the beauty of solitude. They preferring the clap trap noise, the clutter that is able to silence, silence their inability to perceive the simple magnificence. … More The wide empty
She a wise old woman, I a forlorn and wondering youth. Wisdom was her tutor, wisdom found in the deep abiding waters of true life. Wisdom spoke. She listened and shared. I youth then, older now, yet younger than when we spoke. I was older then, I’m younger than that now. For I listened to … More Go back to where you last heard…
In the quiet, the empty, wisdom speaks. Wisdom flows to the receptive. The vast quite is loud with life, life of a different sort than in the boisterous boarders of humanity. Places of our craftiness are not quiet. Seldom is it so. Here in the big empty on can hear silence and the thoughts of … More Quiet
God’s word is the way, His spirit the light. How can you see your way without the light? With light but no way, how can you know where to walk? God’s word is the way, His spirit is the light.
Empty. . Empty is what we lack, The place to be filled with wonder. . Empty is what we are missing. . For we fill the empty ourselves, We fill our empty with lesser lovers, While true love waits outside. . Outside ourselves waits what we lack. . We lack room to be filled … More Empty