Leaves Love


Something new, inspired by and dedicated to a very good friend. However, it will no doubt speak to anyone who has been there.p1015-19b

Leaves Love

Some day’s a wake; we reminisce.
So much at stake; to love like this.

Our sadness climbs; relentlessly.
From joyful times; oh, family tree.

A photograph; of rings gone by.
A tortured laugh; as we ask why.

The dinner’s set; an empty chair.
Our tears though wet; cannot repair.

This fucking life; it seems so wrong.
Where dirge is rite; and love the song.

If one could take such pain away.
Though hearts will break, we choose to stay.

In pain right now; intensely felt.
To honor bow; we tensely knelt.

Today our grief must own the day.
As fallen leaf returns to clay.

The one who leaves, knows only joy.
To love we cleave; learned as a boy.

Yea, one who’s gone knows perfect peace.
Who’s heart beats on; let love increase.
Whose heart beats on, let love increase.

What if this it?


A well-meaning friend who is walking stumbling through my current storm with me said to me, “I can’t wait to hear the victory part of your story.”

I desire victory too… but what is victory?

What if all the broken relationships I now suffer enjoy, remain broken for the remainder of my time in this world?

What if the only broken relationship restored in this world is my relationship with God through Christ?

Would that be enough? I have given IT to God but He, for His own reasons, is not accepting. Not now. So my thorn remains.

Some implore me to focus not on the past but on the future. I find this focus-shift does not work well at all. At least, not for me. My future is either a fantasy I will never see in this world or a continuance of broken relationships. The former is denial. The later is a mirror. Neither is joy.

What if where I am right now, present time, in this pit, covered with this world’s mud and another world’s love…

What if this is it?

Come Sail Away


Last Friday, Patti and I went on a sunset sail on the mouth of the Choptank River as it enters the Chesapeake Bay. The weather? Perfect!

comesailaway

At first there is no wind and Captain Chris, who is also the owner of the 75 year-old Lady Patty, asks, “Does anyone have a nickel?”

I produce a nickel and Capt’n Chris says, “Throw it in!” He then tells a very funny story involving buying a bit’o wind from Neptune. As he recounts his story the wind picks up and we’re off! For real.

I joke, “Hey, I got a quarter!”

“No! Don’t do it Ric!” shouts our Capt’n.

Everyone laughs.

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Check out the Lady Patty on the web

Check out the Lady Patty on the web

If you ever vacation in St Michaels or Tilghman Island, Maryland, you too can have this much fun: Captain Chris and the Lady Patty.

Love’s Rain


Grandma Mary KatherineI retain some short vivid memories of my childhood. I also retain a lot of general memories but this one is what I would call vivid. The few seconds of this event took place shortly after my grandfather died while sitting next to Grandma in church one Sunday morning.

Grandma was crying but her voice and her face defied her tears. When I asked what was wrong and she said, while smiling(?!), “I’m alright.” And here’s the thing, she actually sounded and looked happy. Three decades later I realized I was unwittingly looking at the grace of God within her. She had a quiet assurance that she would see Clifford again; an assurance that even she herself is redeemed through Christ; an assurance that came from walking with Jesus.

I left the church after the sixth grade. I returned 24 years later and was found two years later. I sent Grandma a letter and then went to visit her to tell her the good news! However, Grandma did not remember our short conversation. In fact she did not remember me. For 6 years of visits to the nursing home Grandma remained pleasant and loving and completely oblivious of our relationship.

After losing her husband, Grandma cried many tears and told many people “I’m alright” but in one little boy, she planted a seed. I wrote a short poem for Grandma. It is my very first Christian poem. I wanted to thank Grandma for shining Jesus, for making me feel special, and for loving me unconditionally.

Love’s Rain
(for Grandma)
December 29, 1998

Sitting next to you in our church that day,
I never heard a word Pastor Gene had to say

I wasn’t even ten but I could hear you cry
Looking in your face, I saw a tear in your eye

“What’s wrong?” I asked, were you in pain?
“I’m alright” you smiled but your tears fell like rain

I wasn’t even ten and though I knew the story
of how He came and died, I never felt His glory

Many years I lived ignoring pain and loss
before I understood and placed it at the cross

After all this time of storing up my pain,
I felt Jesus’ Love, and my tears fall like rain

Grandma will always be my favorite bible.

Poetry Compilation, er… ahh… List


For the poetry lovers here is my first e-compilation. Most of these are committed to memory so that I can slam ’em at local open mics. You can check out my planned outings on my Events page.

  • I so loved the wolf (Off-site link)
  • An arrangement of 80 one syllable words you can find just lying around the house!

  • Crashing Utopia
  • What does utopia look like? Before and after the crash … oh and during.

  • our turn (Off-site link)
  • Why turning to God is more like not turning away.

  • the rich young american
  • Who was that rich young ruler? And what was he thinking!?

  • life was so simple before i died
  • Ahh.. the simple life. Not about the tv reality show– just reality.

  • my friend
  • So when we say, “I love my friend” what exactly do we mean?

  • cast•a•way
  • Castaway attempts to answer the question, “What does the cycle of evil look like?” A follow-up question might be, “And why does Ric seem know so much about it?”

  • The Prettiest Shackle
  • An indictment of the 14k gold WWJD bracelet. If you are thinking of buying one you should read this first. You can send me the money you save.

  • the f-word
  • A story of forgiveness.

  • the canvas of your mind
  • Excuse me, would you mind if I paint a picture in your mind? Yes? Cool! This might sting a little.

  • Jesus is my Garbage Man
  • While doodling one day I wrote this sanctification how-to manual.

  • ‘Twas the Very First Christmas
  • A truth-ladened variation of The Night Before Christmas.

  • The First Christmas Tree
  • I was on a roll of firsts.

  • Nothing Special
  • Why is there so much nothing? It like, EVERYWHERE!

  • Birth Day
  • Not to be confused with birth day anniversary.

birth day



And with that he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” –John 20:22

birth day
upon a dark time
there lived a dead man
alone in his mind,
relying on sand.
as branch he’ll just die,
so wistful, forlorn
in secret he’ll cry.
not buried nor born.
as fetus can’t breathe,
he loves the dark room.
he stays, will not leave.
so cozy. sow doom.
upon the right time
there died a live man
alone yet sublime,
a rock among sand
sow wages to pay,
he enters this womb
a fetus parlayed,
surrendered, entombed.
first gasp of His breath,
born dripping His blood
as Life took on death,
a rose in the sun.
upon such a time
there died the dead man
now born in the vine
and breathing I am!

birth day is a poetic rendition of The Atheist ‘n Me (or vise versa)


Thank You


Thank you for your prayers for David. He is home now. The operation went well. This is his second surgery in 11 months. He is still in need of a miracle, so pray as you feel led. However, each day is a miracle for David… defying medical odds and spending more time here with us in this life.

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