for Søren Kierkegaard
buried
under piles of books about Him
I rant and rave
He stands by
and keeps throwing His words
to believe
or not to believe
that is the question
I ponder
sunrays drift in and out of the window
the cracks in the ground
upon which I stand
become bigger year by year
doubting Thomas
in a land of promise
my heart
believes in His words
but my mind won’t
a tug-of-war
for my soul
my life with Him
like riding the merry-go-round
it goes round and round
up and down
but gets me nowhere
alone
in the dark
I hang Him
on the cross within me
it's finished?
May/June 2010 issue of Sketchbook
A Room of My Own: Sin Haiku
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*This Brave New World*, CXXI
spiral razor wire
along the white church wall
*Sin Is Everywhere*
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