Shadowmen, These Flying Vapors

Busy these are, these worthless Shadowmen,

Scurrying all about, searching for treasure,

Building up accounts not knowing when…

They’ll leave it all to the unknown inheritor.

But I wait on the Lord, Who’s my only hope,

Who forgives my sins, deflecting their sneers.

For Man’s beauty melts as a moth in the soap,

For he is but vapor who considers his sin dear.

My cries and tears! My God, be not silent!

I’m a stranger with You as were my fathers!

Turn Your gaze and strengthen this poor tent

Before I’m off to become nothing but a blur.

Look below for yourself and see what the Bible is actually saying:

6 Surely every man walks about like a shadow;
Surely they busy themselves in vain;
He heaps up riches,
And does not know who will gather them.

7 “And now, Lord, what do I wait for?
My hope is in You.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions;
Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.

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11 When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity,
You make his beauty melt away like a moth;
Surely every man is vapor. Selah

12 “Hear my prayer, O Lord,
And give ear to my cry;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am a stranger with You,
A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 Remove Your gaze from me, that I may regain strength,
Before I go away and am no more.”

Psalm 39

My newest book!

Number one in the series Woodbee Island Tales. Don’t let the beginning fool you. It’s not a book for children, but for like ages 11 to 110. And though the beginning looks as though it is about your typical common walking tree, his great adventures are anything but typical, more resembling atypical nightmares, except that they are given by our Planter and, in the long term, found to be for good reasons.

My book #2! Again, it doesn’t remain at the beginning. The story undergoes a sort of metamorphosis, much like what happens when a polliwog becomes a frog, or like when a frog becomes a human prince, even a prince who has been thrown into a life full of culture shock as he must now live among those strange humans he once envied!

A Believing Soul’s Life: A Recipe for Lives

The believing soul is trapped and kept in place, but why?

Placed among the mortar and pestle and crushed, but why?

Mixed and baked within the oven and then even lit, but still why?

The recipe now ending, the fragrant incense of a believing soul’s life

Gathers to the Father all those who viewed this living recipe and believed,

Now leaving this believing soul to rest surviving, even thriving, now relieved.

Nowhere’s becoming Somewhere Soon

In the year of the smothering mask,

“Oh, what’s next?” Again, I ask.

Following this trail, I’m still walking.

Looking to God, I’m still talking.

A good long chapter’s passing fast.

Thirty plus years of something past.

Thousands of white blossoms closing.

Preparing to open in the morning?

And now, yes, I hear God speaking,

“Do not worry. I’m still working.”

The Transparent Question

Here’s the question easily seen through.

“What of them?”  Well, are you asking true?

Or are you just grasping for excuses like you do?

Some in times past who had seen the light shown,

set their hearts on the Way that then could be known.

So, if, in the light of Jesus’ blood, you readily reject,

what do you honestly, really expect you’ll get?

“What of all of them?”  Well, what of you?

Believing in Jesus is what YOU must do.