Crossing over the River Jabbok, returning to the land of promise – Jacob becomes Israel. Yet Jacob wrestles, wrestles with himself, his expectations, his past, his fears; Jacob wrestles with his God. Jacob wrestles as with his brother, with his sons, with his ways, with himself. We all wrestle; in our wrestling we are refined. … More Crossing
He said: “My Word is the way, my Spirit the light.” How can you walk in the way without light? Without a way where will you go with the light? “My Word is the Way, my Spirit the Light.” Say’s He!
Abraham: chosen –man of faith and obedience; devoted; the flawed man of The Promise. Isaac: confirmed –the son who was offered; compliant; the son who received abundance yet with duplicity and still a man of submission. Jacob: established –the wise trickster; the manipulator transformed through striving with God. The God of these men is the God of … More The God of Abraham, Isaac & Jacob Calls
I was asleep; I awoke. In my waking I realized, His person was in my person, I awoke and realized the Messiah and I are one. I was asleep and awoke with his person in my person, And I realized it is true, we are one, we are. He is that he is, … More Awake
” I knew the real was yonder and the darkened dream of it was here,” says Black Elk. Black Elk speaks, speaks of things, Things seen and things that came, and things to come. Black Elk speaks still. Words on paper speak. “Grandfathers, you behold me! What you have said to me, I am now performing! Hear me … More I Knew Then
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ precarious 1646, a legal word, “held through the favor of another,” from L. precarius “obtained by asking or praying,” from prex (gen. precis) “entreaty, prayer.” Notion of “dependent on the will of another” led to sense “risky, dangerous, uncertain” (1687). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Every man’s ways are right in his own eyes, but in … More A Precarious Peace
Deep abiding waters still with wisdom’s age Silent. Deep abiding waters, of my heart of my soul Deep abiding waters still before me lay Silent. I stared into your waters and I cried, I cried. I stared into your waters and I cried and drank. I know, my sorrow and my pain carved out the … More Abiding Waters
“Time” was written in Venice, Italy the summer of 1985. Young, in love with life, and studying architecture abroad; I struggled much. Written before I understood that time is now or it is not at all. Because of these words I came to know that now is the only time we have… Time. In … More Time
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
After the rains, between the storms, nearing the seasons end, The river swells rushing toward the sea; rising up the banks, beyond the summer channel. Like my heart. I’m yet full of muck, mud and the debris from the storms that have passed through, Yet as it flows comes also cleansing, … More After the Rains
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