When my mother in law died a few years ago
She did so at home before dawn one summer’s morn,
And my wife and I went over and sat around
For a few hours as her dad cooked us breakfast.
All the time her mom’s body lay there
Slowly cooling in the living room.
And what was remarkable
Is that for such a low key and unassuming woman
Gale filled the whole house
With a palpable peace and stillness,
Unlike one I’d ever experienced before.
Today I feel that same kind of blessing is being felt
With the passing of Charlie Kirk,
Except instead of filling a single house
His spirit is filling the entire world.
Let that sink in for a moment.
We’re talking about a once in a millennium kind of soul.
(9/13/25)
Charlie was a gift, lifting us to thoughts, making us think of all the stuff we want to know.
Charlie was light, making all of our thoughts feel his light, making us want to participate in his debate with life.
Charlie was a man of God, working day and night for all of God’s delight.
Charlie was a lover of family and worked to grow heaven’s army, shining light to all that would listen, he made a path for us to follow.
Charlie was called home, and I am sure God was standing at the door, waiting for the amazing Charlie to make heaven light up with joy.
Charlie we will miss you every day, we will work hard to spread all of your words.
Charlie your spirit for life, is spreading like the fire of God, just like the words God spoke to Moses from the burning bush.
Charlie we lift prayer for you and your family; we are all keeping you in our thoughts and hearts.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Why is the silence
Like a deafening roar
I still cringe when someone
Knocks on our door
I wait for your chorus
Your lion like bark
But the silence is blinding
Like a nuke in the dark
I wake up to barking
And half asleep
I automatically go
Check outside for a creep
I wake in the night
And sneak out of bed
So I don't disturb you
Then I remember your dead
Why would the world
Steal you like that
I couldn't tell you I loved you
And send you off with a pat
The world didn't deserve
An angel like you
And wherever you are
I'll always love you my boo
A tisket ,a tasket
Kirk's cased in his casket
This earth no more walking
All from his straight talking
Drove Tyler Robinson
To fire one shot from his gun
That produced his silence
Leading to more violence
Never a solution
Rather revolution.
A wife of husband bereft
Two kids fatherless left
The Second Amendment
Was never heaven sent
With the grim widowmaker
No more than a lifetaker.
Is that to be the future
Bullets us to butcher?
I'm nobody
An empty face
Nothing here anymore
Just a blank space
Wandering the world
Alone and afraid
I catch my reflection
As I watch myself fade
There's nothing inside me
Just an empty black hole
My heart doesn't beat
It's just a charred lump of coal
The world doesn't want me
My family is tired
My friends walked away
Left me fighting this fire
I'm screaming so loud
But not being heard
Slowly fading away
Till I fly Like a bird
we watch while we cry
as children of Gaza die…
genocide denied
Life is often fleeting. You hold it in your hand.
It slips right through your fingers just like so much sand.
And the harder that you grasp it the quicker that it goes
And what it all amounts to no one really knows.
I once saw a picture of a child in the sun.
Laughter there upon the lips, eyes so filled with fun.
I once saw a picture of a mother’s painful tears.
Live your life in moments, don’t worry about the years.
I once heard a story. A lesson to be learned.
Someone set a fire and everything was burned.
And there, beneath the ashes was a diamond wrapped in gold.
Though everything must perish, love will not grow old.
I remember when I knew you as a friend.
And now it all is gone but not forgotten.
Grieving is loss, manifested
Raw emotion: peace molested.
Missing what was and is no more
Often senseless, the fruit of war.
Grieving is pain, piercing the spirit
Visceral, where none can hear it
It abides in the heart, rewinds in the mind
The compassionate see it, others are blind.
Grieving grows, the longer you live
Loved ones lost, how it pains to outlive.
The key to surviving, is remember the gifts
To embrace the blessings more than the hits.
Dull endless sights and slow restless nights
Oh the magnitude stifles the eyes
Parboiled schemes and tar soiled dreams
Soon your rifle attitude replies
Quick Draw McGraw, we know, you've done it all
That means your temper is semper tonight
You're so quick on the draw, how quickly they fall
When each night in some bar room you fight
Your throttle's in red, beer bottles and lead
Slinging bullets and bottles of brew
One's quicker with lead, and you find yourself dead
Just a stranger that nobody knew
Life is so very important, a potent
inhale and exhale; even in the womb;
and who is he who dares to take life…
Who walked on the Galileean sea?
Whose feet felt the deep’s waters,
but stayed atop the rambunctious waves?
After all, who created the sea and
its boundaries? We say His name,
even when we breathe in and out.
So who dares to take out what He
has created - the effrontery in black.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
the conscientious martyrs -
those who hold up the Word of God,
not the coward’s knife, gun, or hate.
Blood mixed with tears on the cross.
*He was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace
was on Him* - you know His name.
This was peace made between
God and man; peace that riles up
all of hell. Some embrace this peace.
If you remember anyone’s name,
the martyr, likewise, would have
you recall the name of Jesus Christ.
The martyr closed his eyes and
opened them up to the one who gives life.
*from Holy Bible, book of Isaiah chapter 53
So sorry Charlie, that your gone, my heart tells me you are even stronger now, like the force of light you are shining bright in our heart and mind.
That you are now part of the bigger force of God, that moves all around like the sun and moon.
That your life was so well done, that God chose you to come home, he put his arms around you and said Well done Charlie.
Your life was so amazing, you inspired so many for God, you gave love and kindness to all.
We love and miss you so much, we are praying for all your loved ones.
I am remembering Jesus’s life and how short it was, yet today we remember him so well, like Jesus we will never forget you, we will honor all of your life’s works.
Many hated Jesus and killed him, but he lives on, making a path for all of us to follow home. Charlie you did the same, you light a path that is so bright all the world can see the light.
Death is not the end, as Jesus told us, it is only the beginning of our true life. Charlie you light a path for all the world, and today and forever we will hold all your words close to our heart.
Lifting Prayers to God, today and always.
Red of blood
Green of puss
Black of veil
Brown of earth
Brush with death
A partly cloudy day befalls the stage;
Actors from left to night remain a page.
A point of time alone I mark,
And shine it best I may,
And plant brave flowers upon the way,
Before I must embark.
Death wears blue
Hollowed eyes
Sleepy grin
Twisted mouth
Smiled at me
As her voice
In my dreams
Between his rattle
And her breath
Silently screams
You're killing me
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