this Old House

This old house has seen it all before. The rummaging of angst…The backdoor horrors…

Three crows circling the unkempt gardens, pecking orders for the leftovers.

Descending much like beggars to pennies upon the floor.

This old house…closed for repairs…missing steps in the stairs.

Leaking self depreciating humor…encased in toxic rumor.

This old house…if only you had known sooner.

A foundation built on Christ.

Dining in prayer with the Father and a roll of the dice.

‘Come home.’

I shall tell you now.

I shall tell you now…

what all these years…

you have missed.

“Nail and frail and lying low. A legacy cast no shadow. For it must have not just shape and form, but contempt for danger…or, it only lay shallow.”

“Occasionally, we have to take care of those who once…took care of us. Often leaving, the participants, stuck between wonder-lust and antiquated mistrust.”

Passing Judgment

What is the proof in dying for a cause

For the sakejesus 1

For because, because

What of the keepers of infamy, infinity and well-oiled decency

Just droplets of water to a parched leaf

Careful carelessness bound with caring

a solidarity planning for legacy

Once I held a martyr in my hand

Once she faded away

Once, nothing, absolutely, nothing, turned out as plannedimageedit_42_2621378161