Contemplative Pentecostal

Ordinary Time

Praise the Lord with the mown lawn; dishes dried and put away.

Praise the Lord with the made bed;
Clothes folded, neatly placed in drawers.

Praise the Lord with the daily commute; parked car, clean desk.

Praise the Lord with the swept floor; the dog fed and watered.

Praise the Lord with a good night’s rest; prayers prayed- day well spent.

A Body You Have Prepared For Me

My Lord and my God,
I am a victory you have won in woundedness;
I am a life redeemed by death.

I am raw material transformed by incarnation; a soul made new by resurrection.

A body You have prepared for me;
Make it Yours;
I give my all to you in sacrificial love for the good of this world.

Through me Your breath flows out into the atmosphere.

Through my lips, speak forth words of life;
Sing salvation’s song,
To make dry bones live.

With my feet walk toward those in need of salvation.
Through me serve the broken and poor;
Heal the hurting and lame.

You, Lord Jesus, have already given your all for me, how can my response be any different?

I only ask for your grace.

Website for my artwork…

Let us pause for a little self-promotion…

I am a poet and writer; I post my poetry and writing here on this blog.

I am also a visual artist; printmaker, illustrator, painter… I post these things on my artist website. You can check out that work here:


This is the life you’ve
Been living – the one
Where you get up

Every morning, shower,
Eat your breakfast and
Drive ten miles to sit

Behind a desk dividing
The beans into their
Various kinds so

That they can be properly
Distinguished by the ones
Who care; those who are

Amused by such things.
It’s something to do, you
Tell yourself; it pays the

Bills. All the while you’re
Looking sideways at the
Shadowy figure who stands

Over by that dark window-
The one you’ve been trying
To peer into for years.

Somehow you know, over
There; on the other side of
That glass you’ll finally

Understand what it’s


“But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me.” Ps. 131:2

The butterfly dances
Upon the air just
Above the earth;

The willow quietly
Awaits the wind;
The corn stalks stand

At attention and
The water droplet
Sits on the edge

Of a blade of grass
Reflecting the passing
Cars. It is suitable

Surrounding for the
Soul to listen. A wicker
Chair, a cup of coffee

Are tools for hearing.
With pen in hand I
Await to siphon the

Spirit’s song; I’ll sing
It throughout the day.
In terrible circumstances

Or in joy– doesn’t matter,
I have calmed and
Quieted my soul.

Overflow: A Prayer

Lord, I am a representation of your thoughts.
You thought of me, therefore I was created;
You think of me, therefore I exist.

For your thoughts are nothing but love for all people;
For all creation.

Your thoughts take the shape of words,
And your words are the form of creation.

Your thoughts and words are love.

I am the evidence of the overflow of your love;
Beauty is the overflow of your love.

And I am beautiful.

Quiet Time

“Taste and see that the Lord is good.” Ps. 34:8

Years ago I began the spiritual practice of meeting with God every morning. Some call it devotions, some call it quiet time, some simply call it prayer. Whatever you want to call it, this practice has become one of the most important parts of my life; it shapes my day and opens my heart to respond to God throughout the day. This practice is the way I tune my spirit to the harmony of the Holy Spirit. Following is a poem I wrote to commemorate this practice.

Quiet Time

This morning your heartbeat is
the robin’s wing,
Your breath is the breeze that moves the leaves.
The light of your eyes is the sun.

Your fingerprint is the moon,
the flutter of your eyelash is the dragonfly wing.

I smell you in the morning coffee.
Feel your excitement in my dog’s happy greeting.
I taste you in peanut butter and banana.

Your beauty wraps around all things and intertwines my heart.

My soul rises with the morning to listen to your voice of love;
Your word presses through the contours of my spirit,

Penetrates my mind and makes its way through my fingers,
my toes,
the breath in my lungs,
the words on my lips.

And the angels dancing in the Slanted light coming through the Kitchen window sing “glory!”

Blessing Of Light

May the light of the world
Enter your soul and
Call out your glory;

The glory you had
Before the foundation
Of the world.

May you live into
This glory-the glory
Of God who gives

Life to the dead
And calls into being
Things that were not.

May the true illumination
Reveal all illusion
Remove all deception.

Holding the Door Open for God

God moved slowly as I held
The door open for him. He
Smiled his appreciation

As he walked past me. The
Smile caused every crevice
In his face to glisten

Like diamonds. His teeth
Were a little yellow. And
There was still remnants

From breakfast in between.
His nobby knees were strong
Enough to keep his body

Upright and moving forward.
I don’t think he cared that
His clothes were out of

Fashion. After he passed by
I felt a smile form across
My face. The smile created

An inner glow in my chest
That made me stand a little
Taller and walk a little

More deliberately.


Oh to truly taste the love of Heaven.
Such transforming power opens

Doors for grace to have its way
In every nook and cranny of the soul.

Once tasted it must be shared.
Many hunger such exquisite feast.

When confronted with this love I am
Undone. My life is merely human and

Your love divine. Invite me O God to
Your table; let me feast upon the

Delicacies spread before. My
Hunger is great, your provision greater.


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