My Life Story in God: A Focus in Prayer

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

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

On the Cusp of Blackness’ Ride

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

A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me

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

Words & Steely Knives

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

Silver Love Under a Crescent Moon

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