dark-night-of-the-soul(1/1)
Oblique Prayer
Not the profound dark night of the soul and not the austere desert to scorch the heart at noon, grip the mind in teeth of ice at evening. but gray, a place without clear outlines, the air heavy and thick the soft ground clogging my feet if I walk, sucking them downwards if I stand, Have you been here? is it a part of human-ness to enter no man's land?…
Afghan poem
After my deployment to Afghanistan in the U.S. Navy, I had a lot to process. Poetry was the result. ℹ️ My interpretation of what happened in Afghanistan has deepened since I wrote this poetry. Don't assume you understand my current theology because you've found misunderstanding in a poem I penned in 2011. Beginning Swift sailing through the sea of life Weather diverse but He is near Spirit close calms every fear --- Waves crash vain upon my bow Shall circumstances rock my hold Upon the Lord of grace foretold?…