Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Bad Medicine

“There's nothing wrong with you.”
The doctors said as they did test after test.
Or at least that the story I heard
as his body wasted away.
Rail thin and wracked with pain

But there was another story
whispered in English so no one could
understand, of one test
that did come back postive.
And he just didn't want to face the results.

The first story I heard from his own lips,
and the lips of his mother. A sad story
about incompetent doctors
who saw obvious symptoms but drew no conclusions.
The second from his brother-in-law.

I met him on a hospital bed on his last night
and we read passages from Romans
and prayed to the Doctor.
And he found a peace that he had never known,
...and my friend, his brother-in-law said 
the change was remarkable.

Cambodia, Nazi Germany, the A-bomb
The Congo, Rwanda, Joseph Kony,
Stalin, North Korea, Saddam and Bin Laden...
And day by day one hears of the symptoms:
petty tyrants, corruption, greed, apathy,
oppression, slavery, injustice, theft, lies,
infidelity, abuse, deceit and murder...

Are the doctors incompetent?

They have healed the wound of my people lightly,
saying, Peace, peace, when there is no peace.”
Jeremiah 8:11

...or is it that the world knows, but doesn't want
to face the truth of it's desperate state?

“...who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth. For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them.  For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse.”
Romans 1:18-20

I sure feel like I don't know much these days.

But I do know that yesterday
on a dark morning a
good man died, leaving a wife and
two young children.

I don't know 
who closed their eyes 
but looking 
the other way 
never healed anyone.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

A Little Higher

The street under construction, but the vendors around the corner
on the banks of the river were wetting feet and produce,
So they moved back onto the newly cemented road

And the waters rose a little higher.

First the house on the end of the street, building an extra platform
So the water couldn't touch them as they slept

But the waters rose, a little higher.

House by house it advanced, store by store
Street by street, curb by curb, conquering one structure at a time
Forcing relocation, then relocation again
Until even the main street was impassable
Homes unlivable moved to rented rooms, then to abandoned buildings

And still the waters rose, a little higher.

The bridge shut down to all but foot traffic
And smaller, narrower plank bridges were set up in place of sidewalks,
A slim course for the stream of people to pass
Attenuating balance above waters filled with
Fish and trash and splashing mer-children
Who went home at night with itchy eyes and irritated skin
From the sluggish waters that couldn't sweep away the filth
Fast enough, to sleep on damp boards above musty solutions,

Until at last
it started to recede
in the same way it came
one decimeter at a time
leaving a miry footprint
of sludge
and sand
and plastic bags.

10 meters down now and 

Friday, May 11, 2012


Rising rivers and
vengeful rain,
beating sun and
crying puppies.
Wasp stings and
hasty words that cannot be
retracted and
weights of silence.

Receding waters and
warming sun,
cut grass by the helping hand of a friend
and one more pup, still alive.


My world is full of
scattered thoughts and
incomplete sentences.
4am and 4am and 4am again.
One comes and
another goes
but I feel little moved by either.
Rest and rest and rest
people say.
But how can you rest
when there's so much need,
When you are working for the King...?
not for earning, not for works, but for love...
yet so tired.

Was this how Martha felt?

Truth and
grace and
strength and
are all lost to
and unnamed fears.

But there is One
who came
with perfect love
to cast out all fear...
if only I would
take His hand and
His yoke
and learn.