The Trackless Path

Beneath the sea there are things  That we don’t know about. In the unfathomable cold Of the Ocean Deep, There is peace, Peace for you and me, Peace because we don’t know what lives there, Peace because we cannot see the things That swim in the unseeable dark Of the Ocean Deep. Yes, there is peace  In the great tumult of the waves And the currents that move like highways In and out and through the...

If I want to connect with Him I resist the impulse to fill the void with noise. I sit in silence. But even after all these years,  It still burns sometimes.

There is a planet where the sun never sets And it is gold all over. There is a planet where the light shines from every stick And the buzzards lay light-filled eggs that glow all over. There is a future planet, And on that planet, there is a man whose vest shines  Like the sun at noonday. Yes there is a planet where light is everything And we are going there one day If we can only leave this world...

I used to try to be good. But I don’t do that anymore. Since I don’t know what is good. God is good. That I know. And I trust the thing that I am Because I am not my own creation. And it seems that though I am not good That goodness still visits me to spite myself And I am grateful for that.  And yet, I also do not throw off inhibition Because I do love goodness. I love each lovely thing That I ha...

Everyone wants their marriage to last forever But to have a forever marriage, You must stay married Even when your spouse renigs. And to do that you must know by the Spirit of God That faith will do the trick. And only God can tell you that. And not everybody is willing to pay such a price. And not everybody believes that God can make it known. But for those who do, and those who know, I broach th...

We need so little to be happy. But you may not know that yet. But it will come. Simplicity is on the rise. It is claiming the world for Him, Till only the foxes will have holes. And then, the end.

You will never fully understand me  While we are in this world. And I can’t explain it to you. I wish to God that I could. But I am unable to explain it even to myself, Though I know the wind that blows. And my life has been a life upon the wind, Blowing this way and that. And I haven’t known anything  Except that I am not my own, And that I must go where the wind blows. But one day, we’ll both go...

I am a traveling man, a traveling man.  I never stay too long. I take a job and leave it. But when I stop, I hunker down And search out long-forgotten friends, Kindred, broken, torn-up, souls The grown-ups leave behind And they hang on by the tassels To crumbs left for the dogs. And I take down their stories To tell the world about the ones That chose the most unwanted roles So that others could b...

It is good to receive things for free Because we are freer with the things That we don’t pay for, And especially if we believe That there will be more. Think about it. If you work all month at minimum wage And then go out to eat and order fillet mignon, And if you spend every spare dollar on that meal, Then it is precious.  You hover over the plate protectively. You lose yourself in the experience...

To need God is not a weakness.

Do the thing that you’re afraid of  If you know that it is right, And let the chips fall  Where they will. It’s better than the alternative.

When you live by faith, You reap where you do not sow Because you never know  How you'll be paid For sowing seeds Where you will not reap.

Life is simple. They say that it is complicated, but they’re wrong.

I don't need anything. It is all here with me already.

Be grateful for the future. Do you know it? It comes  As surely as the past has flown. And the truth of future things is whispered To everyone who sacrifices present joys For the sake of better tomorrows.

Prophets and sages of every age Have fled the rule of mammon Because as long as they believed That they needed money to survive, They were not free to say the truth without fear.

In the path of faith It is through gratitude That you transcend impossibilities.

The New Life is on the Move

The Parable of the Good Samaritan Is a one-at-a-time story. It was an interaction Between two people. And because of that, It is a love story. I suppose that if Christ had something else in mind, It might have been something other than A one-at-a-time story. It might have been a help-them-all story. The good Samaritan, just as likely, Might have started a 501c3 With the lofty goal Of seeing to it...

I am so grateful, so grateful, To enter into the Holy Land With nothing but myself. I came into the world naked And I enter into the next world naked.

I am out of the mountains now  And the land opens up and spreads out For as far as the eye can see. And the windmills turn And flash Their red lights. And it is a different world  From the world that I came from. There is peace in the silent unbroken plain, There is not so much going on. And I breathe a sigh of relief. And feel the crusty shackles fall  Around me as I weep But not with tears.

What are we after with the new life, economically? We are after a society  Where you can easily maintain Every necessity of life On a small income: Food, clothing,  Shelter, tools,  And somebody to love. This way of life will mean  That whether you run the factory Or work on the factory floor, it is the same. It will vanquish the fear of loss And make the top and the bottom bold To do the right th...

Love is easiest when you believe. And resentment springs out of unbelief. Think about it. If the still small voice whispers that it will be alright, And you believe that it is so, Then it’s easy to be kind And faithful To spite hardships. But if you doubt the still small voice Then it is hard to stay positive When the chips are down. And that breeds harsh words And unfaithfulness. Even trifles bec...

I met “D” on the backside of the mountain. We were parked along a wide turnout in the road.  We had stayed there for the night. And just as the sun was creeping over the mountaintop, I stepped out of the RV to see him, Not 50 yards away, his shirt off, And his great bare belly glistening in the morning sunshine. But he did not appear fat to me,  Nor naked on the upper half. He was exactly clothed...

She was born to travel, To move from town to town And to sit around the campfire Sharing the unshiny gifts of the road With forever friends whom she just barely met. But for now, she’s bound up at home With the care of little ones. Domesticity. What a curse, and what a blessing, For one whose heart longs to be moving, Whose soul needs the deep green of the redwoods And the perfect clear blue of th...