Category: Imagination
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“Home” is when you stop lying to yourself
I’m a singer-songwriter and the the official title of my debut album is “Home.” (See Footnote 1) It is titled “Home” because making music creates a space for me to feel completely at rest and at home. It’s a place I can escape to and use my imagination to recreate worlds and images and sounds…
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Regret
“Do you regret marrying Dad”I ventureWondering if she knowsWhy I ask “No, I don’t regret it” There is a pregnant pauseA naked silence “Why not?”I ask, undeterred “I don’t believe in the word regret” she offers Meanwhile,My brain is busy decodingwhat she’s saying “It doesn’t matter what you believe, but the wordexists mom”I mutter in…
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Wonderland
If I can bring it back to mindThis is how it must have looked like,When I was a child The cotton candy, the pink,The lights,The cool night airOn my skin Cries of joy and mirthAt the thrill of being swung aroundOn the OctopusAs you held my handWrapped up in your armsI was secure in the…
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Why David Bothers Me
As a mature Christian, I find it unsettling that after all these years, the biblical David still really irritates and annoys me, and I would daresay even outrages me. As much as I try to put this conflict in my heart to rest, I still find it very difficult to accept that he has such…
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The Cathedral of Your Mind
What do you build in the CathedralOf your mind? Garbage in, garbage outWhat are you watchingThese days? What images play in your mind?How do you like them? Does your spirit senseSomething’s amissOr is it like sleeping beauty Waiting for true love’s kiss Do you feel like you wereMade for something moreThan just another dayOf going…
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Lone Tree
Where do you go for safety and strength? Where do you go to find renewal and hope? I turn to Christ, the author and perfecter of my faith. The same comfort, hope and strength and power He gives to me is available to you too.
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Scorpio Revisits The Mirror
Boxed in a living, brooding blackHot, crackling fury enraged in the vacuumI crave, I thirst,I am on my knees but Your words break melikeshattered glassand the screaming hammeragainst the door A child, blithelyBouncing, up and downUp and downon the mattress.Even as the worldCrumbles and implodes in the universe ofHer heart and The door is markedWith…
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