Defender of my Universe


“Defender of my Universe”

Naked and broken
Who will clothe me ?

Who will conceal me ?

Who covets cares ?
Who fights fears ?
Who shelters ?
Who rescues ?

Who perceives ?
Who washes wounds ?
Who waits behind words ?
Who sees behind faces ?

Who defends ?

Fastened by fabrication !
Seized by solitude !
Held by hollow !

Who is meaning ?
Who created purpose ?
Who faults the fake ?

Who is real ?

God is real.




That Place

Well here I am at the beginning. My first blog. In trying to decide where to start It took no time at all before I felt the urging of God suggesting me to begin with the poem entitled “That Place”. It is simple and light and I agreed immediately with His suggestion. Which is a good thing because we both know I can waste a lot of time arguing with Him just to eventually wish I had listened in the first place.

I had written this poem about two years ago. I should note that for the most part it is the title of a poem that will come into my head first before I write a word of it. This poem began exactly that way.

That Place

It is there in that place where ..

Everything is Clean.
and White.
and Equal to straight lines.

The Sun rules the room
Even Her Shadows are Golden.
Everything is all in its place you see
All of those things that make life livable.

Yet only there.

Shoes thrown in the corner..
can only suggest a pleasant assortment.
and where an open abandoned book
naturally assumes a paused yet peaceful reader.

If time were to be questioned in that place
It would reply..
“I have no neighborhood there
because time is always ..and only could ever be
a quarter til sunset”.

It is there , in that place ..
Where the windows always stay open
to share the summer fragrance,
and to allow a hopeful glimpse
of a yellow and blue sailboat.

A loyal breeze hums ever so softly
It Hums a three part harmony that gives way to
that brilliant melody ..
It’s that song .. the one God has written for my heart ..

I cannot quite hear it when I’m here
I have found It is only strongest when I’m there…
in that quiet hard to catch place..

That place where ..

Everything is clean.
and white.
and Equal to straight lines.