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I don’t have to live ever again in sorrow or in pain.
Even though this world and all it’s evil wants to make me feel insane.
I don’t even have to put up any truly vicious fight.
Jesus is the way and the truth and the light.
All I have to do is believe in Him and then receive
The strength, healing, and trust that I was meant to achieve.
Even as the devil rattles his lies deep into my mind
I can be so patient, so joyful, so loving and so kind.
I can sleep in the darkness while I live in his light.
I can play through the day or I can work through the night.
My freedom is alive even if I’m put in chains.
There’s nothing that can hurt me while I’m shouting out his name.
There is nothing left to do when the battle is won except aim for your dreams unashamed and just for fun.
Carry passion for your principles but don’t forget to breathe
Because tomorrow is in His hands and His love will never leave.
In love and with His living word deep within my heart. I don’t feel pressure
to be perfect or real special or real smart. All I need to know was written long ago and manifests in our relationship as He Himself can show as we are blessed. Our bond is so alive he reacts to my every prayer. And rewards my faith in truth even when it seems He isn’t there.
I never thought I’d testify to what I used to find absurd, but I put my hand upon the plow and I tested out His word. And once I knew I knew in my heart, I was freed from all the evil. There’s a glory lying just beyond that is truly unconceivable. There’s a gap with a bridge and His name is Jesus Christ. There is one truth that lives and, dead to sin, I give my life.
I know that this might change the looks I get from other people’s eyes
but their judgment isn’t final and all hate is a disguise.
I hope so fully others find Him more than I can now explain. So all can free themselves from sorrow, worry, ego, and their pain.
I write this poem sincerely, even though it may seem odd, I no longer can express myself without my Living God.

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Sometimes It Feels As If

I never spoke, n’er uttered out one word

That made it to your heart to show my care.

My gestures have all flown south like the birds.

My expressions like the fog of long-cleared air.


I try to do well by putting Him first,

then you or I or something blocks the way.

So I’ll never speak or utter out one word

Duly expressing the fervency with which I pray.




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The Way

Jesus found me

Hurt by my own sin

Too much alcohol, drugs, and lust


To even Begin,

To talk to Him.


Jesus found me

Crying out for fear of snakes

Of Death and Firey Lakes


Of overindulgence

In Self and Mistakes.


Jesus found me

Crying on the bedroom

Floor. Crying out for more.


My mother asked me to pray

And my heart finally opened the door.


Jesus found me and gave me Hope and Light.

He promises to make everything right.

He promises that any struggle I feel

Can be overcome and I can be brought to

a Love that is fully real.


He spun me around like his clay

And showed me his miraculous ways.

He pulled me from the river into the sun.


And now He sees me and we walk as One.


He sees me all day and restores my peace

Moment by moment we breathe.

We smile, we walk, and we speak.


And now the hours, the days, and the weeks

Are mild and majestic and free

He is as close as my own two feet.

And everything above and beneath.

Now I know that when we meet in the End,

He will call me his friend.


Even if he wouldn’t pretend that I behaved

Like an Angel from cradle to grave.


He would be honest in how his heart grieved

When I was selfish or mean or deceived,

And then mercifully lend me his sleeve,

For He loves us.

All Who Believe.

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Alone, Together (Ekphrasis): A foreword and a New Poem, Finally!

It’s been over a year since I’ve written anything I like. So when the first few lines of this one came to me at about 5am during insomnia I thought, well *deep breath* now I’ve got to get up and write a poem. I am glad I let it flow instead of dissipate. I like this one, as bleak as it may read. I have found a good publishing company, Christian Faith Publishing, but I can’t at all afford to publish right now, though doing so would be a dream come true.

I have been battling vicious schizophrenic phenomena (completely normal in my situation: “research shows that, especially for recently bereaved people, it is not uncommon to hear the voice of someone who isn’t actually there speaking to you, or who may even be dead” [Mental Health Foundation]), panic disorder, and (possibly manic) depression. My faith in Christ comes with powerful waves of peace and joy that last only a few hours these days. Stability is not something I find recently. I am still very heartbroken for my circumstances in this world. I even found myself irrationally acting out at my own beautiful mother just because she referenced the people in my life I have lost. I don’t even recognize myself in those moments. But I will continue to try to heal. And I thank God for the patience, forgiveness, compassion and support of my parents and friends and family. I am a fallen soul. It is God’s great love that gives me what strength I find. Praise Jesus.

Alone, Together (Ekphrasis)

It is together we have turned from God.

Alone, together, each turns back and prays.


It is together we grasp ourselves to time.

It is alone that we lose track of days.


To meet, we strongly seek a special place.

Yet each one floats adrift in a sea of space.


It is together that we joy and mourn.

It is alone we let go of it all.


The good we seek in each other, we find, forlorn.

As through fate each comes to terms with his own fall.


Adjoined to a mother’s womb as we are born,

It is alone that we release our form.

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You are Snow

Slow, gentle, peaceful

little water dust.  Created

in immaculate


imperceptible complexity. By

many forces of this world. Pulled

from thin air,


released to go

where you may, sparkling

in front of the street lamp.


Swirling around. Slow, gentle,



falling, shining in the light

supported by air


and your weightless

remarkable content.  Finding


true rest


long before




the ground.


My God.

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Grow in Grace

Wind through the window is

Hope rushing into Our Soul

On a quiet day, living the Whole.


Chaos can be sought and yet

True Peace surrounds our ever

Growing hearts. God loves this world,


Fully.  Eternally.


So that in Whole it stays Sewn, and

Grown, together, while some things

Look torn into parts.

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Quicksilver Messenger Service – Written by John “Chinook” Garcia, Houseless Native American of Portland, Oregon.

They poisoned my sweet waters

cut down my green trees

the food they feed my children is

the cause of their disease

my world is slowly fallen down

and the air not good to breath

and those of us who care enough

have to do something, Dad, what you

gonna do about me

I’m working in your factories, I study

in your schools, I fill your

penitentiaries and your military too

and though you may be stronger

now my time will surely come

around cause you keep adding to

my numbers and shut out people down

Dad, what you gonna do about me

what about me, Dad, what ya

gonna do about me I ain’t looking

for no more trouble but…

And I feel like a stranger

in the land where I was born,

and I live like an outlaw and I am

always on the run

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Green Haiku

Three plants in a pot

Sharing the sun and water

Surface growth varies

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Sandy Knows (a random poem from college)

If you’ve written a letter to

an old friend,

or the president,

you ought not

you ought not

ought not to send it

if either is smart,

they can take the weight of your fingerprints

to determine

how long you had


to write sincerely,


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Pearl City I.

I see his skull. Shadows

in the eyes. A moment


where sun flops on trees. Fish


for the breeze. Nothing

is never


far enough. Nothing ever

too close. Nobody loves


just one.

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