The trail of peace Freedom For the Israelites Did not start quietly At the silence of the oppressor Drowned Egyptian death At the other side of the Red Sea. It started there, Just the desert; dry plains that will test Heat and pain Over faith Of a God that promised Milk and honey But… Continue reading The Trailblazer
Intro to The Trailblazer, The Trumpet/Whistle Blower, The Prophet and The Voice that Calls in the Wilderness.
As friends and colleagues engaged in conversation, dialogue and at times debate on social media over the Zimmerman trial it was obvious perspectives were diverse. While racially speaking some people are of my same opinion that the Trayvon Martin crime is a black and white issue; the complexities of the investigation, trial, outcome, and responses… Continue reading Intro to The Trailblazer, The Trumpet/Whistle Blower, The Prophet and The Voice that Calls in the Wilderness.
Se lo Canto al Viento
Se lo cuento al vientoY el viento se llevólo que quedóDespués de las sublimes cosas que musitasy que mi mente enredada entre las musarañas las recogió en el caminocomo flores para el envase de recuerdos que me dejó abuela sobre la coqueta.Se ven lindas,pero provocan ira.Se la cuento al vientoLa historia de mis heridasY el eco de… Continue reading Se lo Canto al Viento
Half Full
Half-Glass-Empty The Struggle of the Cautioned Pessimist Eyes strained Looking Forced to find substance in emptiness It draws near Too close, and comfortable To recognize nothing, is there. Well, Hello, quiet companion Did I not hear you once again? Is your voice muted by the noise of silence? Deaf ears, Blind eyes, No words… Continue reading Half Full
Danced on the Cross
This one screen shot inspired the title of the poem. The video is a must see. He danced on the cross To the rhythm of the morbid A macabre scene of celebration We praise and rejoice to the gore Of blood poured out for others Human sacrifice Just and right Because He is God,… Continue reading Danced on the Cross
icicle
i'm a melting icicle giving away all of me pouring my waters on heated, and cold, and dry concrete not more solid me. i hardened up after your eyes camped on my ground scrutinizing every detail bump, nook, cranny, fold and dent where was the love when our parallel journeys, thus far, finally crossed? you… Continue reading icicle
They Will Know We Are of God Through Our Love
Be Careful! May doctrines of the "chosen" ones not separate us. In recent months I have come across situations among Christian families, related by biological blood and that of Christ, who are in crisis. Like all good families it is expected that our families will have conflict from time to time. I think one of… Continue reading They Will Know We Are of God Through Our Love
Que Sepan Que Somos de Dios por Nuestro Amor
English Version ¡Cuidado! Que la Doctrina de Ser Pueblo “escogido” Nos Separe En los últimos meses me he encontrado con situaciones entre familias cristianas, relacionadas por sangre biológica y por la de Cristo, que están en crisis. Como todas las buenas familias es de esperarse que nuestras familias tengan conflictos de vez en cuando. Por… Continue reading Que Sepan Que Somos de Dios por Nuestro Amor
Poemas Perdidos
How many poems never make it onto paper? Exciting rush of words that fill up and Quickly vanish if not recorded. It is a task impossible to gather "el agua desparramada" The thought “que se esfumo" into thin air.
The Hijab and the Cross
This post is an interpretive work of a cross-cultural experience, it is not meant to make educational or religious statements to be considered right or wrong. Rather meaningful interactions are to raise questions about ourselves, challenge us, and change us for the better. The manipulated images are not intended to belittle or offend anyone of… Continue reading The Hijab and the Cross
