“There is a stark—vivid difference—
between a quiet Christianity of Christ
and the loud Christianity of a country…”

“Let the multi-colored lights glow upon my verdant tree
kindling the hearts of everyone who feels left without…”

“We are swept away by a flood of trivialities
formulated in bloviating wars of culture
all designed to hide what truly matters—”

“My paths are branched, the more I walk
the more they multiply, like weeds…”

“while appearing to subsist in normality
encircled by lights of love and security—
not every shape of life we encounter
floats on calm mirrors of untainted waters…”

“And Jesus said: Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God…”

“…as AI assimilates everything
I fear—we no longer own us”

“Of all the dreams I could’ve dreamt—
I hesitated—tumbling numb into another
cavern—mined in my own bastions of fear…”

“white gossamer wings
flowing on silken spirits
grace my stride with lights…”

“there comes a time in our life expeditions
when we must stand up for sheer goodness…”

“sculpting peace requires only a few small words
words mirrored in the divine gifts of happiness
but unleashed—fierce tongues spew evil spells…”

“my scorching faults burn beyond enumeration
these torrents of rules taunt my rebellious bones
yet who among us has no challenges and trials…”

“this divine therapy shaped me well—
three indomitable powers of time
molded into water, ice, and wind…”