Wednesday, May 28, 2008

He is continuing,

my friend is extended.
The cries in mystery lay idle.
But revealed when he touched them.

He is transforming-

my friend is overturned
by grace which lies
amongst soiled creation, given eternity in time.

He is dying.

My friend is prophetic.
The passing can't be flesh
as bones do; dry and whitened.

He is living-

my friend is writing courage.
The law of justice pressing
light from darkness; words to action.

Monday, May 26, 2008


My friend Joel is writing again. You should read him.