My Cry

My Cry

I cry in my desert solitude,

stripped naked by need;

I humble myself

before God,

before others.

I pray;

I pray.

In my desert

a small voice,



calling me,

answering my cry,

my cry of need,

my cry for help.

I turn my head,





But an image

appearing before me,

also naked by need,

the need for love;

it asks me to have love,

and asks me to have mercy.

I pray for its presence

to stay with me,

to nurture me.

I hear a whisper,

a tiny, soft, soft whisper.

I am always with you.

I am always with you.

Spiritual Certainty

Leonard Ravenhill said, “A sinning man will stop praying, and a praying man will stop sinning.”

 Sometimes I wonder if we have not reverted to the Biblical place of Tarshish. Let met explain; Tarshish is the mystical place of uncertain location; we are wandering in the desert, searching for that which is within us. We search for the long arms of God, not realizing that they are short and within us.

Once we realize this, we raise our voices in joy because we have found His lighted path. We are in His grace. Even though we are quarantined in our lives, we embrace each other spiritually, possessing the sweet kisses of God, as He envelops us with Love and Tenderness. As we embrace each other, even spiritually, we pass through the Holy Gates of God’s true heaven, inheriting His goodness.

Even though the Psalmist warns us that the unprincipled leaders will punish us for our good deeds, we are revitalized by our meekness, service, and love toward the poor and needy. God blesses us with the inheritance of His eternal comfort. Unknown to the those reprobates with their Praetorian guards is the understanding that by living in God’s world, walking His path, and serving His beloved people, we are living in the passionate life of Christ, which the wicked can never know.




Meet My Sister

I try to hide from Her, but every time I look for something new, something I really do not need or should have, I run right into her, face to face. My searches always end laying in Her lap. I have not lost Her; I just keep finding Her.

She says to me, “Keep My words, you remember, the ones to live by.” “If you do, I will forgive all you have done wrong to Me.” She is so good to me. She gives me all I need to succeed. All She asks is to love Her.

She asks me to be unpretentious; when I am, I draw Her closer to me. My sister’s name is Wisdom, but some call Her Athena. I do not mean intellectual wisdom; I mean wisdom of the Heart The closer I get to Her, the easier it is to find God. all God asks is that I keep His words in my heart, and He will clear away all of my wrongdoings, allowing me to be sincere and open-hearted with my fellow sojourners in life.

I fear no more, because both he good and the bad in my life brings me centered in my search for Jesus; my prayers bring a closer relationship to God. Sister Wisdom teaches me to be meek in my dealings with others; this leads to a restful soul and heart in my life with Christ.

My sister’s name is Wisdom; She brings me closer to God.


We are God’s covenant;

we are one with Him . . .

with God,

offering justice to all.

We share His covenant

with all people,

all birds,

all animals,

all insects,

all of the Earth . . .

and its fruit.

We are God’s covenant;

our power is our faith;

our faith begets His blessing;

we keep His commandments;

we go;

we see;

we hear;

we tell;

we share.

We are God’s covenant;

we choose compassion;

we choose understanding.

We reject anger;

we reject ignorance.

We worship by

lifting up others,

by serving others.

We talk with God,

through our deeds

and our prayers;

We talk with God

through our worship.

We are God’s covenant.

Let it Be!

Let it Be:

I study Michelangelo’s painting; the first thing I notice is that the fingers of God and man are not touching, which is fitting, because I am made in His image; I am not God. However, when he offers His spiritual hand, I cannot ignore it; I must grasp His loving caress. I am clothed in His Love.

God challenges me to love, as He loves. He tells me, “Here I am. Love Me.” God is my insight into the new dawn of Love. I gain insight by following His path, the one that lights my way. I walk my faith into eternity, because God paves the way.

I love music. One of my favorite groups of the 1960s and 1970s was the Beatles. I missed the first six months of their being in America, because I was service in the USMC. But in 1970, Paul McCartney introduced a song call “Let it Be.” The first line and the line of the chorus is, “When I find myself in a time of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me.” In the song, the words, “Whisper words of wisdom, Let it be, let it be.”

Mother Mary and Wisdom. What can be clearer in this song of faith. Whisper means there must be silence. In silence, in my quietude, I  am attentive, attentive for God’s word, be it from Mother Mary, or Jesus himself. God’s Wisdom only comes when I am silent. God’s words can only be felt in silence.

Although I am only made in His image, I am part of His creation. I am His creation, so I listen, and I love.

He Called My Name

Reading Isaiah, I love the verse saying God called me from the womb; He pronounced my name. He spoke to me in my spiritual awareness, blessing me with eternal life. He loosened my tongue and opened my ears and my heart to listen to His voice and the suffering of humanity. As a mere carnal man, I am honored, and I honor God for the wealth of wisdom He has granted me throughout my life.

Jesus opens my heart through His parables, giving me the wisdom that only He can preach. I listen for His words; words that enlighten my every breath of life. He is the one source of Life and Peace that I can always turn to, because His Wisdom comforts me.

Although at times I am a mere unspiritual, mortal man, I know that the person God created, the spiritual me, rejoices in His presence in my life, my body, my soul. At times, I struggle to hear His voice, but when I let the good rise within me, His words shout comfort, Love, and duty to love all as brothers and sisters.

Dear God, you comfort me in ways that only my spiritual being can understand; but through this understanding, you bless my mortal body with Life and Love.

Grasping God’s Hand

 I am surrounded by ministering spirits sent by God; these are the angels that visit me while I live in my material world. They keep me in the mindset that Jesus is the perfect example for me as a human to follow. Yet, no matter how I try to walk in His footsteps, I am poor in spirit sometimes, because I have so many physical problems that I sometimes doubt God’s presence in my life. It is at times such as these that I find it difficult to talk with God. I pray, but I neglect to open myself the way I have learned, when bringing my mindful consciousness into God’s presence.

Yet, I do not want to be one of those mentioned in Proverbs that I refuse to grasp God’s hand when He stretches it out to me. I thank God each morning for giving me life, because I know that when I follow the lighted path of Jesus, there is no night; the darkness not a mystery. With God, there is no dark, because He protects me from all evil. As Paul says in Romans, when God is for us, who can be against us. There is nobody who can harm me. Yet, often, I feel so alone, so abandoned. But I also know that is the pain talking.

I know that God builds my complete world and gives me the wisdom to act in it. However, because I am human and only created in His image, I am not materially perfect. I am, however, perfect in my spiritual self because that is what belongs to God; that is my soul, my heart. My mortal shell is just helping me to perfect my very being.

Life tests me; God is present in my life to help me pass the tests. Even when I doubt; even when feel alone, it is a comfort knowing that God will catch me as I fall.




Verse 11 in Psalms 91 is a promise that we seldom, if ever, remember; it goes like this: “He has given His angels orders concerning you; to guard you in all your ways.”

For whatever reason, most of us reject this idea that there is something greater than us that is looking out for our well-being. The fact is, God smooths our way. Doors open for us, giving us opportunities to grow, both materially and spiritually; it is unfortunate that we often reject the spiritual side. Man, as a normal function, does not recognize we God is present; we are just like the Pharisees who refused to recognize Jesus as the true Son of God.

We must look in the shadows of our heart to see God; see God with singular eye that only recognizes His Kingdom within us. I read our present era prophets, Mohandas Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr. to catch a glimpse of what and where God is in our lives. He comes to us as Jesus bringing light into our world. We are surrounded by His aura as He invites us to come and see, come, and see. He helps us to learn, to grow, if we consciously allow it. Jesus walks among the poor as He did so many years ago; this is where we find Him. He is not with the rich and powerful, just as he was not with them before. He is with the ordinary! Ordinary people who suffer at the hands of those with closed hearts are his company.

There is great power hiding I the darkness; we just have to allow His light to lead us into the inner calm that only God can give. But we are a people who do not understand; we are like Peter who wept after denying Jesus three times. It is within our power to allow His light to enter us. It is within our power to show the world that the light is already within; we merely have to let it out. We need to let it out by doing God’s will, recognizing that all men and women are children of God and therefore our brothers and sisters.

When I was a young boy in Sunday School, my teacher asked each of us to select one verse from the Bible to memorize and try to live by that verse throughout our lives. I chose Matthew 5, verse 16 “ Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” And recently I wrote a poem that reads:

God within us,

God eternally near.

We are in everlasting awe

of Your surrounding world.

We celebrate all that You do.

Gathering in Your Name,

reveling in Your presence,

doing the works that are beacons,

for all to see,

uncovering the greatness

and glory of Your creation.

Peace my brothers and sister.



We doubt God’s presence

in ourselves, in our souls.

We lack the harmony

of God’s work.

We enter our dark places

looking, not finding;

we search for prophets

and are lost in our travels.


We study our Bibles,

the Gospels,

looking for a guide.

Without warning,

Jesus’s truth appears,


showing a long-forgotten path.

We feel His comfort within,

born anew as each sun rises.


We rise to this new light of God,

finding harmony in our lives, our souls

and spread God’s harmony

through the words of Jesus,

His words, his healing touch.


We live in harmony in our world,

for we are in harmony with Jesus,

Our Lord, our God, our universal lover

Let our light shine before all humanity and

glorify God in heaven.


Wander in the Desert

Wandering in the Desert

We wander through our lives, looking, looking, waiting, waiting. For What? Humanity shares a closely-hidden, protected secret; we pretend, we put on a minstrel’s face, hiding the fact that in our society, humanity suffers with the sickness of the human spirit. We care little for those on the bottom rungs of society, as long as we are safe. We ignore the language of the poor which is entreaty. We hide behind our castles, protected by our artificial strongholds against anything that may challenge us, or harm us.

Our lives are like the desert; we wander aimlessly looking for something to soothe our tender frailties. We pretend we know; we pretend we are saved because we are upright members of our local churches. But the strongholds we build are only facades in our minds. We are not protected by these artificial castles. We will never find water in these arid deserts we roam.

We neglect the second greatest commandment given to us by Jesus; “Love thy neighbor as we love ourselves.” Every day I stop my car and give a few dollars to the poor man pleading for help; I wish I could give more; sometimes I do not see them and wonder where they have gone. This is the man, this is the family, that our humanity must open its ears to, hearing the pleading for assistance.

Governments are too greedy to lift these people from poverty. Big business is too interested in giving massive bonuses to the already superrich. And the churches can only give minor assistance; they too have to count pennies to remain alive. Humanity must clothe the poor, feed them, house them, to relieve their suffering. I can afford to give a few dollars each day to the poor man pleading for assistance. Imagine what it would be like if all of us stopped to give these poor people a few dollars from our material wealth. Three hundred and fifty million people giving a few dollars a day to help those in need. That is almost two and a half billion dollars . . . a day.

Imagine what good that could be doing. Imagine what our society would look like if we respected the poor, treating them with dignity, not demonizing them.

Let us stop wandering in our personal deserts.