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A Spin on Daniel’s Prayer

Author’s Note: I’ve been to all kinds of Bible studies with all kinds of study guides. One of the study guides often gave little challenges. I hated them. They ranged from “Predict the future for the next 20 years” to “Act out a dream you’ve had recently.” But one little challenge piqued my fancy. It suggested to review the prayer of Daniel at the end of Daniel 2. My attempt is below.


Praise to Jesus for He calms the storm and quiets His child. He knows the duration and intensity of the storm; He leads His child through the storm.

Jesus gives peace that passes all understanding, and His faithfulness is a shield and buckler. He visits His people in darkness even though no darkness dwells in Him.

I thank you and praise you, Jehovah-Shalom, for you give me peace to ride the storm. You give me the strength I need when I need it.


No (Eye) Contact

Don’t look at me. Don’t make me look at you.

Your actions scream over the whisper of your words.

The hypocrisy roars over the silence of the minority.

I can’t look. You will see the fire of defiance.

The blazing scarlet burns with a heat you won’t bear to bear in me.

If I don’t let you see my eyes…

You don’t see me, you can’t touch me, you won’t hurt me.

Modern Bondage

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Enslaved to the pharaoh of a beautiful place
Lives bitter with the mortar of debt,
The bricks of legal requirements
The world’s an oyster
And me with shellfish anaphylaxis

I need my bush to burn
I need to see my fields on fire
But the foxes have hidden
And the ground is unholy

Is my distress heard?
Is my suffering seen?
Can my slave drivers be few enough to be counted?

I need to see the eternal name
Emblazoned with glory
Rising up with healing in his wings to free his children

Zippy Takeover, #8

Dop’shun Day

My humans are so crazy. They gave me some kind of a party yesterday. They brought me in and put me in the middle of a circle. They told me they were happy I lived with them, and I was a good dog. I kind of enjoyed the attention. Then they brought out these crazy toys, but I could tell by the smell they weren’t for my kind, they were for those feline terrors. I got a new collar and a special tag with my name on it; I’m not sure I like those either.

I know that they love me. I’m just not sure what all the fuss of Dop’shun Day is about. I’ve seen them do it for each other, but they don’t call it Dop’shun Day. But it did feel good that they all stopped and paid attention to me because some days they aren’t home all day.

A New Sign

I watch my humans playing with each other all the time. Sometimes they do this thing they call hug — they seem to wrestle standing up but they don’t move. Sometimes they do a kiss–it’s like they’re going in to lick each other, but their tongues are stuck in their mouths and too short to reach. And sometimes they just touch each other’s faces with their hands.

They don’t like it when I try to hug them–they tell me that I just trip them and I’ll get hurt. And forget the kiss/lick thing–they smell bad and their faces get even more squished up. I was frustrated.

Then I discovered a new sign one day quite by accident. I was trying to smack my Mom with my paw because she won’t let me sniff butts, but somehow I didn’t swing hard enough and she didn’t move into it. (Yes, I know. I shouldn’t hit, and usually I never do, but how can I make sure it’s really my Mom if I can’t sniff? It’s very frustrating. Some humans just look too much alike each other, and I can’t always tell them apart except by smell. But I’m chasing my tail…)

My paw just landed on her face too gently and stayed. Her eyes went so wide and then I really started to smell her–that good smell, the really happy smell. She started to scratch my muzzle, and she rubbed behind my ears, and she stroked my belly.

Amazed by my results, I went to one of her human whelps, the one that looks exactly like the other but smells like a good leader (the other smells more like a good litter playmate). I touched my paw to her face the same way… and she did the same thing!

Now I at least have one sign that I taught my humans. I can tell them when I need them to pay attention to me and play with me.

Are You All In?

The sun rises. The battle lines are drawn. There’s no out.

You have to be in; you can’t sit on the fence pretending not to choose.

It’s a binary choice. There is no third, fourth, fifth, nth option.

The sabers rattle; enemies shriek; confusion reigns. Have you made a choice?

Life, light, truth, love —
Darkness, chaos, confusion, apathetic hate —

Are you all in? Which side are you on?

I choose life.

Autumn Beach Haiku … sort of

Author’s Note: I’ve always loved the discipline of the haiku as a writer. However, in this piece, I chose to rearrange the syllable structure of the lines (mostly due to memory issues) and string a few pieces together. Hope you enjoy!


At the autumn beach
The pace is quiet
Sweeter, cleaner, fresher air

Ocean faithfully pounds
Seagulls swoop and dive
Fewer humans come to play

Sun takes holiday
Sand too cold for toes
Another year in death throes


The wild stallion: Majestic and muscular, moving swiftly across the plains, motivated by freedom and his needs to expand the herd

The golden retriever bitch: Simple and sensible, sniffs the air down on the farm, satisfied by service and obeying her master

The battle lines are drawn: Avant-garde versus orthodoxy, modern technology versus old-time simplicity, constant motion versus the rhythms of the seasons of life

How do I choose? Which is my battleground? What season am I in? Where do I belong?