I asked myself, “Why am I sometimes lost in conversations with some people?”
Don’t they see the look of abandonment on my face
Much like a lost child out of place
Hoping someone will notice and come back for me.

I am amazed, but mostly amused
With those who seek to spiritualize, intellectualize
And confuse
While succeeding in making others desire the smooth
Hollow curvatures of a seashell.

Their ocean deep philosophies apply pressure to my head
And pop my ears
Dragging me deep
Deeper into unknown depths.

You pastor at the church of the empty pew
Because thou preachest to the clouds
Not to the crowds
You’re too deep for Jesus to comprehend.

When you have finished crucifying us
With your sermon on you
Please remove the nails
Thank You.


How foolish of you to think you’re fooling us
Not us
We know the reflection at the bottom
Of your turned-up coffee cup
Scavenging for the last drop
Is as deep as you sup.

Truth be told you only get as deep
As the index finger to the nose
Have you ever stopped to think how shallow both really are?

Allow your perspective wider range
Don’t drown for fear of what it might change.

Narrow your eye if you must to see
Love’s preserver in the distance waiting to lead
You and me and you and me and you and we
Open our minds like the parting of the Red Sea.

It’s good you've come up from the oceans floor
Now we can float on the same wave
As we paddle to shore.