Would I kill an Egyptian,
And leave my “mother’s” house?
Would I identify with them,
The people of my birth?

Or am I just like Christovoa?
And cannot take the pit
and in my days of hardship
I fall so far away.

But what has been begun by Him
I could no more stop
Than move a mountain on my own
with my spoken word.

And That Night We Did Not Freeze to Death

Bright and shining happy sun
lighting peaks to free from night
Warming hearts that feared to run
And to the traveler giving light.

As the morning so the day
And in the light a newfound joy
And with the heat another way
And so unfrozen the mountain coy.

Bashful in her striking gown
White on black into the sky
And with the glory of her crown
The morning light a gentle sigh.

How Will I Know the Way Back Home?

I don’t know what to pray
I feel as numb with heavy limbs
Like lead fills all my veins
A small victory sometimes seems
Far too little
amidst all the growing agony.
To do right is hard
and wrong so easy
and so the world tears itself apart.
I long for companionship
but fear all sorts of pain
my old friend who eats at me
is both a comfort
and a fear
and small victories seem so small
and the road seems far too long
and death, like a friendly cloak,
lurks in the shadows of every room.
The light begins but finds such shade
and darkness steals the left and right
and we in finite final form
fear to tread at all.
Would you believe in all this filth?
Would you believe with strawless bricks?
The fog is thick even in day
and the way has grown obscured.
But faith, unasked for,
hidden deep,
holds an ember with a fire
burning at the heart to keep
all it’s holy right desire.
Explanations fail the heart
after years of beatings grim
but faith, from reason, not apart
holds a fire in the night…


when you are lonely
the snark and funny just doesn’t penetrate.

when the weight of your own life becomes a burden
it is hard to fake a smile.

Lonely lost and wanting love
take the good and take the bad
tell me that my dreams are good
and then show me in this life.

We all look around and see
but sometimes we don’t see
and sometimes it’s too late
and sometimes it is not.

See me where I am
I feel invisible
no one seems to care
at least that’s how it feels.

I can’t imagine how
I miss the things I do
and how the people go
go on without feeling loved.

Lord have mercy on the lonely
as they find their way
lend them grace to see
and open our eyes to see them.

They Stood When Others Ran

The hours come and go
but the dead stay just the same
and history repeats
again, again, and again.

There are some who serve
And some who hold the line
And some who don’t back down
And many killed in time.

I remember many things
And people just the same
but days go by and we forget
as we flee our pain.

So here’s to you, the fallen friends
And those who made it out alive
I can’t remember everything
But I drink to you tonight.

I Hope Mama Says

Mama told me life weren’t fair
Told me it was hard
she was right, of course,
but I wonder what else she wants me to know.

You know that things ain’t half so bad
and you can’t deny– ain’t half so good
We all have dreams ’bout what we ain’t had
and spend time cryin’– things we ain’t understood.

And the world just spins
like it’s made of stone
And we got each other
and sometimes that’s why it hurts.

I’d like to think that I could find
an answer to the pain I feel
but thinkin’ ain’t ever got me where
My heart wished it could be.

I hope one day my mama says
Something good that I can hold
Cause no one else ever cared like that
An’ been so right so much.