Would I Be Worth It

Would I Be Worth It



As we are thinking of Christmas and what we are celebrating, I present a poem I wrote back in 2008.



The smell of sulfur rose in the air

Decay and carnage everywhere

The sound of a spirit fighting for breath

The sight of the grasping touch of death.


Amidst this all sat a blackened prince

His corpse scorched, each movement with wince

Eyes as black as burning coal

A clamoring, hating, dying soul.


With a roar, he summons those

Whose lives he’s snatched from clean white clothes.

They bow, the ground kissing their nose.

Only here he is sovereign – that he secretly knows.


He has been scheming the catastrophic demise

Of the One he loathes with no disguise

He’ll doom himself trying if he as to

Defeat his archenemy, his obsession to do.


“He thinks He’s a match for my superior fame!

All throughout history I’ve beaten His game!

There’s no way to save these worthless people!

Their minds are slush; their will is feeble!


“What I have done surpasses expectation

The Jews have no hope for Roman emancipation

His deliverance of their bodies and hearts

Cannot pass; I’ve murdered hope in that part!”


“Master!” His henchman kisses his black cloak.

“Something is a stir,” it says with a choke.

“Where?” The prince of lies jumps off his putrid throne

And stares at the world beneath his feet of bone.


A light shone pure in a very small place

He ground his teeth but laughed, contortions on his face.

“They can’t be saved, no beast’s blood can cover this great sin!

In the end, I, Lucifer, shall win!”


Down on the ground he flew, roaring as a lion

Into the very heart of Zion.

And what he saw: God’s perfect plan

Was so ingenious, right out of the Master’s hand.


With a howl that brought agony like blood

The devil buried back down into the mud

He had lost! He screamed wild.

God had sent His Son to earth as a tiny baby child.

The Protector

A Poem for Akemi Homura

This is you.

This is me.

There’s a bond

That clings for eternity.


Hold you firm

Or try to set you free

There is no choice

My heart refuses me.


Outside of will

Outside of claim

Give in and watch

It will remain.


Go on and be

Become separate

The heart flees



Yet, in my soul, you

A mark in the corner

Inside my being

Never a foreigner


Never losing, never leaving

On the very heart that’s beating

You, your place inside it still

You are not fleeting.

Here we are, time changed and some

Here I am loving you still

Can’t have, yet go

I have no say or will.


Instead torn, discontent

Remembrance of you

I give in so often

Don’t forget me too


It’s supreme to be

Suffering the same

I’d rather you too

Felt some pain

Because what is this

If selfish it isn’t?

Unless it is

Supernatural and distant?


You squeeze my mind

And I accept

You sleep in my soul

This is all I’ll get.


I choose to love you

With a part of my brain

I choose to remember

It is joyous, wondrous pain.


“Holy!  Holy!  Holy!” they cry,

Because one is just not enough.

“What is holy?”

Said in a scoff.


Because we can’t even attempt just one.


Either crouching in fear,

Hiding under Plain clothes and a bonnet

Or on TV, shiny and showy

With nasty language chronic.


There is no middle ground.


The redeemed will give up the fight

Or simply live in legalistic fear.

The relationship, daily atmosphere

Of Jesus’ presence isn’t here.


What is saving faith to you?


Striving to get away with much

Or preaching a false gospel of man.

Do you merely want to be like Him

And grasp at only His hand?


Throw all of your worldly baubles and extra rules away.


Ten thousand rules and more

From men who lead congregations.

Standards, principles, and legalities

Lead a life of separation.


They fall the hardest, longest, and deepest.


Those that live behind a microphone,

Dress like Britney Spears.

“I have a verse tattooed on my neck!

But I want to be Marilyn Manson fierce!”


The millstone is around their neck as they take the long, wet plunge.


And then there’s you and me.

Secret sins no one sees.

Life led in the vacillating place.

Wishy washy – “Entertainment, please!”


We go to hell confused, “Lord, Lord!”


Where is the daily grasping,

Holding the Hand like you’re falling?

The armor strapped on tight.

Crying ’til your head hurts from calling.


“I NEED You, Jesus!  Every moment, every hour, every breath!”


If I only I could be one “holy”!

I’ll fight my whole life through,

By resting, clutching onto grace

And daily, hourly in Your Word and prayer too.


Best Friend, intimate Lover, Spirit within my soul.


Desperation, understanding deep sin.

Eyes wide open in front of the mirror clear.

I’m nothing, a mere worm.

How I need You, Jesus Dear!


That lowly path is the road to The Holy!  Holy!  Holy!

Talk Baby To Me

This is how the popular, and nasty, new song “Talk Dirty to Me” should really go.


I’m that woman who birthed you, in a hospital
First class seat in my Ergo, riding comfortable

‘Cause I know what all the babies say,
New York to Haiti
I got baby drool on my passport,
You make it hard to leave

Been around the world, don’t speak baby language
But your cheeks don’t need explaining
You’re just squeezable adorable
When you talk baby to me

Gah goo gah gah goo googah gah gah (to the sound of the trumpets)
Talk baby to me

You know the words to my songs
Twinkle twinkle
Our conversations ain’t long
Mary had a little lamb

I know what all the babies say,
London to Taiwan
I got baby drool on my T-shirt
I think I need a new one

Been around the world, don’t speak baby language
But your babble don’t need explaining
All I really need to melt me
When you talk baby to me

Gah gah goo goo gah gah goo goo goo!

Talk baby to me!

Uno, adopted a baby in Rio
Dos, she was cute as can be-o
Tres, we can manage triplets
Quatro, ooh!

Get teething on it

What? I don’t understand, baby!


I went to a party today

The best one I’ve ever seen

An event beyond all other

Decorated in red, blue, white, and green


Colors of the rainbow

The party hats were crowns of gold

We sipped fresh river water from

Crystal glasses that glow


The hosts wore beautiful wings

And sang shiny shimmery songs

In harmony and clarity

Like silk each one sings


A King opened His sparkly palace doors

He had gems on every plate

Where I ate cake of honey

And walked on transparent glass floors.


No bells ever tinkled like crystal

Like the ones in this castle of gold

No desserts tasted as much like clouds

To my friends and me who are so little.


We guests numbered twenty-seven

We came from a scary place

But now we laugh and hurt no more

In this Welcome Home party in heaven

In memory of the students and teachers killed at Sandy Hook Elementary School