When the moment comes, will you see me, know me?
When the moment comes, will my soul rise within me?
When the moment comes, will time bend in on itself?
When this moment comes, will it reveal the me to myself?

Words fail me and I become a child, speechless.
My soul awakens and rises within me, fearless.
Love explodes within my heart, a warm fire glowing.
The real me but a red oak seedling, but growing.


How many countries must I leave
How many religions must I abandon
How many masks must I remove
How many people must come and go
How many times must the heart break
Before my I is naked enough

The sun always rises and sets
The waves forever crashing on the seashore
The galaxies speeding through the ever expanding universe
The cycle of life, birth and death, goes on perpetually
The moon continues to wax and wane without question
Maybe so it will be with the unraveling of me to become the I am.

The Beast

He had been running from the beast his entire life, yet was still caught by surprise when it dawned on him that it had already caught up to him.

The bitter and endless coldness that spread through the marrow of his bones the sign that the beast had finally sunk it’s teeth deep into his soul.

So profound was the coldness that it drove out all feeling warmth and emotions ahead of it, like a sponge being drained of water.


I remember the mountains of Africa where I use to seek my God in prayer, my face to the ground and my knees on the sharp rocks.

I swore I heard his voice in Jerusalem as I walked the streets of the old city, my heart open and my faith as big as the love I felt for Him.

In London, I felt Him guiding me along a very narrow line, my hope the flame that guided me when darkness wanted to overwhelm me.

In the Great Southland with its emerald city I looked for His people to be my new home, my kindness and generosity the treasure I bring.

The treasure spent the only voice I hear echoing in my hollow heart is my own, my god my creation is no more and his silence absolute.

I’ll pray a prayer to me. I’ll listen to my voice guiding me along the wide and winding road, my strength and generosity my hope my love for me.


Stumble, stumble ever forward
Tumbling, tumbling ever down
Darkness as thick as molasses
Clinging with unseen hands onto me

Swirling, swirling the fog dances
Taunting, taunting without words
White shadows haunting like ghost
Jumps at me with snarling teeth

Lost, lost wandering confused
Stumbling, stumbling through life
Memories like old movie reels
Looping against the walls of my mind

Crying, crying the leaves weep
Groaning, groaning branches bent
The forest engulfs like an old jacket
Covering but the cold creeps in

Then light shining, shining through
Rising, rising the sun breaks the fog
Hope leaps forward like a dear
Darting, escaping the dark hunter