Written for the annual Hilton Family Christmas Eve Talent Show 2017 Birth Born in a stable Wrapped tightly in swaddling bands The Star shining bright Mary The Virgin Mary Destined to raise the Christ Child Mother of Our Lord Youth A kind boy from birth, Wise, instructing his elders Not perfect but […]Read more "Christmas Haikus"
Note: A companion of sorts to this piece I wrote about Heavenly Mother a few months ago and this piece I wrote about Jesus Christ. Like those pieces, this is an attempt at some speculative theology, meaning I’m not claiming any of this is doctrinal, nor binding in any sort of way, but rather hoping […]Read more "Heavenly Father: A Speculative Profile"
Note: A companion of sorts to this piece I wrote about Heavenly Mother a few months ago. Like that piece, this is an attempt at some speculative theology, meaning I’m not claiming any of this is doctrinal, nor binding in any sort of way, but rather hoping to spark some conversations by describing Christ in […]Read more "Jesus: A Speculative Profile"
A Slam Sonnet Composed for the annual Hilton Christmas Eve Talent Show 24 December 2016 ‘Tis the season. The one that is merry And bright. With chestnuts roasting on the fire. Felt in dreams of the sugarplum fairy; In the singing of a street corner choir. Bah! Humbug! You say, hard and sharp as flint. […]Read more "Christmas in the Air"
It’s dark out and crowds abound Dragged to a line to stand and wait Sound blasting like Baskerville’s Hound Wary of what to anticipate There’s a thick buzz in the air Smoke, sweat, and strobes streaking From the dark of the Mad Hatter’s Lair. Out of the depths, sin is leaking Too late to turn […]Read more "Not Quite Hell Tonight"
This is an exercise in Pious Irreverence. Yet, one that still captures an honest expression of devotion and love for my Savior, complete with footnotes that expound my more spiritual thoughts (which you are free to disregard. Death of the author and all that). We eat His flesh. We drink His blood[i]. Yet still he remains, […]Read more "The Undead, Zombie Jesus"
TUBES or THE MOB or COUNTING I was new at the job Did not know what to think Shocked when I saw the mob Wearing suits dark as ink Watching the quality It was truly scary Counting all live long day Blood and sweat did I pay The mob owned my whole soul Quickly they […]Read more "Tubes"