Nothing could safeguard the hours they were swallowed up by the days the days swallowed up in weeks

A No-Thanks Thanksgiving Poem

Even on the coldest days I’ll gladly lose some heat for the privilege of leaning out of my open window

All my life I’ve been yearning for a feeling

“Why would I care what the bacteria in the wall think of me?” was the most intelligent question I’d heard posed by a skeptic of God

the child sees the feral cats on my porch and her joy defies common adult emotional gravity:

And as I move about the house and yard, sweeping dirt and debris from the garage I realize this is the meaning of life right here

It’s tragic how most can say Who You are but fail to understand What You are.

...of the Psalms of L. Roy. I thought it would be as fun as it is edifying to try composing my own.

All the people I’d wanted to impress with my poems and novels and stuff left this Earth a long time ago. I have no idea who my audience is.

A poem of repentance.

The moon wastes no time climbing the cold black bones of the pin oak I could have watched burn yellow forever.

It's been years since you've suffered the need to tell people what you're up to.

Damn them all, they weren’t wrong.

The walls glow as my friends did when we were still friends and young.

I seek God all around me, not in the confines of a building with "saints."

Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it. MARK 10:15 (NKJV)