John Gregory Evans Throughout the last 12 years I have pondered upon the good works of the Lord in my life. From early on as I kneeled next to my sweet, loving, mother’s side, she taught me the imperatives for prayer, to this present day as I open my Bible to read the underlying messages of Scripture, I am humbled presently by the presence of our God. Living now, … Continue reading My Life Story in God: A Focus in Prayer
Silver Love Poured Tea by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 3:12:52 AM Your smile, breathless, Ponderosa Pines harvested your voice, Kisses that shed an earthly attire, While Sleeper’s and Pullman’s steal the night, yet Silver love poured tea. The moon breathed deep tonight, Stars gathered Inebriated by the broken silence, Only the darkness smiled! Silver love poured tea. Stares from a destitute dawn, Like a … Continue reading Silver Love Poured Tea
The pale moon can be invasive at times, lighting up my tiny room, to almost a dim freshness of sunshine echoing through. I think, of love who has passed me by, except the silver love and this lunar sky. We share so many nights, why not, and evenings, too, we are together, espoused we two. My silver love, a stately profile of Campanian blood, mixed … Continue reading This Pale Moon
Upon the cusp of blackness, we stare, I See a hope clinging to the everywhere, Religiosity is an interior pull Of white corpses Walking, without purpose but to be saved Through the mechanized wheel of Misfortune, where dead bodies aspire to heal. As if a preacher man from the Right Conceals the truth together, tonight Or if he burns with lies, that conceals his fate… … Continue reading On the Cusp of Blackness’ Ride
The Little Boy I Used to Be By John Evans © 5/8/2020 1:47:50 PM When I was young, say back at five My spirit flew, I was alive. Vacation Bible School And a cherry orchard, walk Along a dirt path The sour taste, but Oh, so good Mother and dad Walked hand in hand I loved them both, so much And little brother With brightly … Continue reading The Little Boy I Used to Be
Truth as a Child May See ~ Deadened fossils of the past, worries of the future, as opening in the present moment the healing of a suture. Why, must I torture myself? This past thus dead and gone, and the future nowhere to be seen, all that clearly remains is transforming our minds to living for what now is being. Listen, to this Rocky Mountain … Continue reading John G. Evans
A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me Deeply within my heart – Penance speaks. Reverently. Piously. Holy. To hear reverence. To speak piously in prayer. To feel (or know), Holiness in depth. Vision. Locution. Union. This rest emptied in Love. This rest emptied for Love. This rest emptied in Union of Love. The Father’s Will. The Son’s Love. The Spirit’s Knowing. “Nothing Real can be threatened. Nothing … Continue reading A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me
My Life Turned Around: Words and Steely Knives Have you heard: “And they will defile My secret place; For robbers shall enter it and defile it.” Ezekiel 7: 22 These steely knives meant to slice through the anger of the spoken word, vehement by nature as on a cutting board of hardened bamboo and the severity of salt inflicted upon these fleshly wounds? I … Continue reading Words & Steely Knives
O love! This contented night of a crescent moon lie sweetly b’ neath a drunken sky, and your hips of round succumb to the dark, the burn of love persuades me to dance naked with imparted lips, the slaughter of my soul…and finger-tips. The tilt of your head as the burn rushes through, the salted flesh as you kiss my wounds. Your back, your breasts, … Continue reading Silver Love Under a Crescent Moon
Silence, O silence, where has your mystery of union left me? In this midst of an enigmatic cloud of unknowing I search myself, touching, reaching, pulling, always stirring away at my dreams, for who, but I? Am I not in this hypostatic union with the Lover of loves? Why, never has there been a love as this. Delve into the mystery of God for without … Continue reading Silence: My Love
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