June 16, 2009

“Only Christ can unite a very sick and sinful human race.”

If you want to love Jesus

December 11, 2008

He looks like this:

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Not this:

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dying for Chrtistmas

December 2, 2008


The tree we cut
and carried
into our home

the one
we shackled

sang to

now lays
in the gutter

and tinsel
riffling on the wind

photo by: Matthew Drumright


April 17, 2008

What is to fear in a Sea of Joy?
What is to fear in a Great Spirit?
What is to fear in a Loving God?

Peace Is Free

January 27, 2008

You don’t have to get cleansed
cleared or confirmed

You don’t have to pay tribute

Peace is as free as your next breath
your next smile

Buddy with “tree”

January 12, 2008


leave that tree alone

January 12, 2008


Tonight Buddy and I roamed the streets of our town. He is an Airedale terrier and loves to be vigilant. Unfortunately his eyesight is not keen and he will often mistake something like a fire hydrant for a possible attacker.

Along our route were many discarded Christmas trees abandoned at curbside. Perceiving them as critters, Buddy would pitch forward on the leash at each sighting. It made these sad encounters refreshingly comical.

I could not help but reflect on all the resources we put into these trees: the time, land, labor, fertilizer, pesticide, herbicide, shipping, selling, buying, decorating, stripping, tossing, and disposing. Over 100 million of these trees are harvested worldwide each year. It seems a waste.

The God Gag

December 16, 2007

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Jesus was a little baby. Christians believe He was the Son of God. (we are all Children of God)(the mystical body).

Don’t you think Jesus would have written something himself? It was such an important mission. (As is ours.) Why allow chaos and doubt – why make the path convoluted and contentious? Why not simplicity and congruency from the Prince of Peace?

Perhaps there are other princes serving themselves – magicians to our minds. Sleight of hand artists yelling threats of damnation to distract and befuddle.

Yes, there is always something fishy in this cosmos – as if gangsters take over a loving God. Power plays. Land grabs. God gags.


When I Become Santa

December 14, 2007

We move operations south
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other empty places.

We begin to make toys for souls.

Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and joyous toys.

unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth
giving gifts.

image source

dying for Chrtistmas

December 5, 2007


The tree we cut
and carried
into our home

the one
we shackled
sang to
and toasted

(rip a suckling child
from its mother)

(put makeup on a statue)

(be happy at a rape)

now lays on
its side
in the gutter


with hooks
and tinsel
blowing in the wind

photo by: Matthew Drumright