Not Alone

Loneliness and struggling with it has been a huge part of my journey. I have seen it in myself as well as people around me. I think Christian or not, we all battle with this and can be embarrassed to say we do. Having lots of friends or social networking connections does not necessarily alleviate that ache that lives deep inside of you. I believe we were made for God, but He also declares: ‘it is not good that man is alone.’ Being with people and community is as much important as being with God. We need both. Hope you can be encouraged by this. And I am sure more to come on this subject too.

Both sides of the story
Plays in the background,
The world needs a review,
A spotlight, a time for love
To get it right, pointed at,
Scorned at, shamed for sin,
Longing again, longing within,
Alone on the train tracks,
Alone in the shadow attacks,
Alone in the subway systems,
Alone in the streets I walk on,
Alone when the sun shines
Bright on the waves I look at,
Alone in the skyline, alone while
In line, at the store, wanting more,
Alone with you, around you, when
They talk, when they listen, when
They glisten, the story speaks from
Beginning to end, redemption has
Found you, it has found you alone,
Alone in the smog, lonely in L.A.,
In the fray, in the rain, in the freeway
Getaway, in the airports men and
Women run away, packed away
Real tight that Samsonite, memories
And tragedies, bitter and clear cannot
Flow together, alone in every kind
Of weather, story me November,
When I get older, if I have learned
Anything while living this hard life,
Its don’t think twice about love,
Its after you, its in you, its all around
The lonely around you—its in all
And to all and through all—find me
Under the Fluorescite lights, awake
At night, cracked tangerine sky,
Underling me, undermining
Me, in a movie theater for two,
In a dark room for light, meant
To be speaks to us, meant to not
Be alone men and women do you
Feel this, do you know this? It was
All good, it was all better than we
Knew—but you by yourself, you
Alone, you doing this life alone—
Not what He meant, not what He does,
I know its pain, its alone, its you and
Just your children, stepping on toys
In the morning, smelling the coffee,
Desperate to live awake and
Time to shake the lonely in us,
God came near us, in a man, in a
Broken world, in all the places where
We reject Him—came near, a story He
Has written, a story for all to join Him,
God’s family will rewrite your tragedy—
So come near it, fear it, hear it—we are
Not alone—women need a man to show
Them this truth, to show this as proof—
A man to point you to Jesus, to walk like
Him, for there is no one like Him, and Men-
To know Him, to not look to culture for
Your future, for we are the leaders,
We are the ones to carry the flame—
To pass on our last name, to build a
Righteous family, to lead women into
All truth, all love, all joy and peace in
Believing—God came to not make
Me happy, but to save all of me!
Not alone says the story He is
Writing—not alone says the
Darkened parts of me!

Here For A Day

Living in California is like….well that will just have to be another series of poems and stories, but for now, here’s one place I went to vist about a month ago. Enjoy!


Here For A Day


Let go and

Let this city take

You over

Building to corner

Shop, hop to the

Next hackey sac

Soundless stop

Where children

Masquerade waiting

For main street parades,

Visiting exquisite cafes

And coffee stops

Trailing behind this

Journey of

Seeing in the daylight


Sound off we’re here, in

This moment, you and I


From dusk til dawn

We hide the yawn

And keep on.


Barefoot, I crossover

The street to

Camille’s Sidewalk Café

And the stop at Gelson’s

Market, walking target

For a new experience

Overlooking old

City guy efflorescence

Chats and spats about

Whose story is worth

More, You and I,

We ask, what are

We waiting for?


Blue skies

Surround the

Collosal mountain

Backdrop in this

Minnie Metropolis

Will they fall on us?


Here for a day,

We’re not straying



Yardhouse appetizer

Gut busters, and foot

Blisters from running

Through this new city

That has caught our eye

As I breath in the balmy

Weather I press through

This path chosen by the Author


Chilled silver chair and table

at famima convenient store,

I digest the news in our world,

Obama’s silence and terrorist

Plots, who’s fighting the hamas,

30 dead, read this L.A.times to

The end, blitzing articles about

How to give God at least

30 seconds of your clock,

Lock this in your mind,

I hear the Beattles belt

It out behind me as

I leave and remind

Myself to put these

Memories on the shelf.


Late night debate

Fight, revelatory

Story unfolding

Before me, piles

And piles of


Stacked High from your floor

Makes me want more,

More knowledge but

Wisdom and Love

From Above,

Whether here in Pasadena or

Any place that I can

Find Ya


Here for a day

Has changed my way.