Saturday, April 30, 2016


Friday, April 29, 2016


Both Lamb and Shepherd,
He stopped at the old Gate,
Through which the Sheep,
Were driven to the Market,
Were herded to the Temple.
He stopped at the Pond,
That was next to the Gate.

Within and all round the pond by the Sheep-Gate,
Beside the pond where the sheep were watered,
     Were the Broken-Ones,
          Were the Impure-Ones,
               Were the Sick-Ones,
Seeking cures from the water the sheep drank -
His Flock sought healing there beside still waters.

          Thirty-eight damned years!
          For thirty-eight damn years,
          One man was too broken to,
          Enter the Sheep-Gate Pond!
          Thirty-eight damning years,
          No one led him to the water;
          Ignored, avoided, and invisible,
          To the Good-and-Righteous.
          Thirty-eight damnable years!

Son of Joseph and of Mary,
Son of God and Son of Man,
Saw the unseen/undead man:
"Why are you just lying there?
Don't you want to be whole?"

"Master, it is too hard for me.
I can not do this on my own."

"Come and walk with me."
And he did as he was told.

Beside the Sheep-Gate Pond,
On the still and quiet Sabbath,
They broke the Law together -
Together they made the Law,
Whole. Who sinned the most?

From John 5; words and image by Tiwago(c)2016

Thursday, April 28, 2016


Wednesday, April 27, 2016


bright lights embedded
within soft soothing shadows

mind decompressing

~ Tiwago

photography by tiwago (c)2016

Tuesday, April 26, 2016


Monday, April 25, 2016


hiking in the woods
a ballet on clumsy boots
wildflower bounty

on parchment paper
new tales are told on old leaves
flowers punctuate

'neath skyscraper trees
the woodlands know not silence
squirrels and jays hustle

~ tiwago

[poetry and photography by tiwago (c) 2016]

Saturday, April 23, 2016


Friday, April 22, 2016


Word came to the Believers,
That Unbelievers believed!
The Saints called for Peter,
So as to criticize his ministry:

"Why did you go those people?
Why'd you join them at table?
Why did you defile yourself so?
You are now too polluted,
To worship in the Temple,
To worship our God of Purity!"

So Peter took them through,
His revelation,
His interpretation,
His implementation -
Holy step by sacred step:

"I was deep in meditation.
I was communing with my Lord,
When I had a True-Seeing -

Down from God's table in heaven,
Came a pure white tablecloth.
A feast was set before me:
Smoked ham;
Boiled shrimp;
Then, He told me to eat!

I decided it was a Test;
After all, is not Religion,
A testing by temptation?

'God, I'm going to vomit!
I would never eat such,
Gross, disgusting things!'

And He said to me:
'That which I've made,
Can never be gross,
Can't be disgusting  -




Three times I was offered food.
Three times I rejected my Lord.
Three times I pretended to be Holy.
The untouched food was removed,
And the Lord's table was red up.




Three people knocking. Why?
The Spirit sent me down to them.
The Spirit told me to treat them,
Like people - just like THE People.
Six friends and I went with them,
And we followed after then into,
An impure house of an Unbeliever.

The Unbeliever spoke to us.
An Angel had come to him,
And told him to send for me,
For I had a Word for him to hear;
A Word for the whole house -
A Word that brings salvation.

So I told all who were gathered,
The things I had experienced.
As they listened my story,
Flames rested upon them -
The Spirit entered them!
Just as it had upon us,
In that locked upper room.

Then these words came to me:
'John baptized with water.
You'll be baptized with fire.'"

If, God gifted them with the same Spirit,
That He gifted us with when we believed,
Who was I to stand in the way of the Way!"

The Saints took this in.
The Believers believed,
In a different manner,
And praised His grace. 

Tiwago (from Acts 11)

Thursday, April 21, 2016


photography by tiwago

Wednesday, April 20, 2016


the fat, old, white cat
lost interest when the mouse died
our plutocracy

~ Tiwago

Tuesday, April 19, 2016


Prairie-smoke; Geum triflorum 

Monday, April 18, 2016


Psalmic Poetry - The Twenty-third:

My Jehovah-Rohi -
And that is enough.
You grew soft grass,
For me to rest upon.
You walk beside me,
By soothing waters.
You've restored me!

I'm the Lord's namesake;
I'll follow in Your footsteps.

Even when I walk in darkness:
Evil no longer intimidates me;
Evil no longer influences me -
     You're with me!
     You guide me!
     You shape me!
     You comfort me!

The haters hate,
Seeing my feast;
I dine at the table,
You've prepared.
I am empowered;
My cup overflows!

Your grace and Your mercy,
Follow me like my shadow,
For the fullness of my days,
And I will reside within You,
'Til my final hymn I've sung!

~ Tiwago

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Not Yet Smoking

Prairie-Smoke Buds 

Friday, April 15, 2016


In Joppa (the one in Israel, not the one in Missouri where some of my family lives), there was a community of Disciples living together. Graceful Tabitha (who many called Dorcas the Gazelle) was well known in the region for her good deeds. After a sudden illness, she died. The other female Disciples lovingly bathed her body, and laid her out in the coolest room of the house before sending for an Apostle.

As soon as Peter arrived, he was led upstairs to the vigil. He met there a large group of the village's widows who were there for the wake. They insisted that he look at their clothes; clothes which Tabitha had made for them because they had no source of income. He sent everyone out, and knelt beside the bed to pray. When it was time, he said "time to get up Tabby; there is work to do!"

She opened her eyes at the call to service. They were large, dark, deep, inviting eyes like those of a doe at peace nursing her calf. She took his offered hands and arose; his large hands so hard and callused from fishing, and her small hands tough from sewing. All of Joppa soon knew what had happened.

The community of Disciples grew.

Tiwago (Acts 9)

Thursday, April 14, 2016


Wednesday, April 13, 2016


cryptic cock-pheasant
exploding in startlement
i regain my breath

peripheral flash
black bird with scarlet and gold
i almost stumble

green, slow and sudden
rising up all around me
i'm happy today

~ tiwago

(photography by tiwago)

Tuesday, April 12, 2016



Monday, April 11, 2016


shadows encroaching
swords dangle above
the way lies before me
the way leads plumb-true
the way is free of rocks
and yet...

there are many interesting

~ tiwago

(photography by tiwago)

Saturday, April 9, 2016




(photography by tiwago)

Friday, April 8, 2016


He was an upright man, and on his breath lingered the hint of sulfur. He traveled far and wide in his battle against the evils of (Islam; or homosexuality; or immigrants; or welfare queens; or scientists; or _____________ ).

On his way to yet another town, he was flattened by a brilliant light. As he lay blind and prostrate before the Lord, he heard "Why are you persecuting me?" "I am not," the frightened man said, "I am only saying it as it is! I am only speaking out against the enemies of my people!" And the light said, "Whatever you did to my brothers and sisters, you did to me!"

When the light was gone, his companions led him to town in his own darkness.

On the third day, the Lord sent him a (Muslim; gay person; Mexican; unwed mother; doctor; or ___________ ) to remove the stones from the tombs of his eyes, to let the light triumph over the dark within him. He emerged into the world a new person - reborn.

He was a righteous man, and on his breath lingered the hint of bread and wine. He traveled far and wide in his battle against the evils of intolerance, fear, and hate.

~ Tiwago (from Acts 9)

Thursday, April 7, 2016


(photography by tiwago)

Wednesday, April 6, 2016



gold cups

vernal grails


~ tiwago

(photography by tiwago)

Tuesday, April 5, 2016


Monday, April 4, 2016


spring ephemera
all life, each its own season
old crow is laughing

~ tiwago 

(photography by tiwago)

Saturday, April 2, 2016


Friday, April 1, 2016


Thomas the Twin had skipped the group pity-party...

The Disciples excitedly spoke over each other as they told him about the return of the Master, and how they all saw his wounds! They were prone to punking each other, but the timing was seriously bad - weren't they in mourning like he was? Thomas did not believe his friends - it was too much too hope for. "I'll have to see the scars myself, and stick this finger in the wound even, before I'll believe your tale!"

Seven days later, they all again gathered. This time Thomas came too.

There was Christ, next to Thomas. "Tommy, take my hand, look at them, feel the wetness of the holes?" Thomas' grimy finger shook as he reached out. "Now take your hand, and stick it in the gaping wound where their spear violated my side. Do you feel my guts and bones? Put aside your doubt my friend."

Thomas' hands slid down the Messiah's side and leg, as he fell down to kneel: "My Lord! My God!"

Laughter rode the timber of Jesus' voice: "So, you believe your brothers now that you have been made 'impure' by washing your hands in my blood? Go out and preach; remember, blessed shall be those who have not seen what you've seen and yet believe!"

(from John 20)