Author walljm
walljm
I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.
Softly the yellow duskDescended on the skylineAnd golden light reflectedOn the puddle after rain
I am cut to the quick, I am stricken,Undeserving of the mercy that You have givenHow can I make for my life a demandWhen all that I am is Yours to commandI grasp in my heart for what I deserveI forget that my life is here only to serveAnd I’m caught in between desire and loveLoosing sight of what waits for me above
Blood, fire and vapourSigns above and belowWonders in heaven and earthDarkness, and a blood moonHis Spirit poured outHis servants declaringThe great and notable dayHis day, the day He comesThe day we are savedIf we call upon His name– acts 2:18-21
I’ve had Grace on my mind. Its Jonathan’s fault really. He got me talking about Les Miserables, and that started me thinking about the rich imagery portrayed in the play, how Jean Valjean and Javier so epitomize the difference between the Covenant of the Law and the Covenant of Grace.Sometimes… When i think about it. I get that feeling. you know the one? I have to stop what i’m doing, and pause for a moment. Because my eyes start to get warm, and emotion wells up from my stomach in a rush. Because Grace is that powerful. Its so rich.…
For the last two years I’ve been carrying a steel bar in my chest. It looked like this:Last friday, I had it removed. It was the last step in the Nuss Procudure. Having had two years for the bones and cartilage of my rib cage to set in the new position, the bar was no longer necessary.Here are some thoughts. The incisions hurt far far less than the broken bones. Recovery this time around has been orders of magnitude less difficult. Like last year, I have a cough during this process. I don’t recommend getting sick before your surgery.Between the…
i am a song written in minor keythe rise and fall, the dance beside the deepthe melancholy surge, the tantalizing leapthe bright and bittersweet relationa life of rhyme and reason
the scent of spring was on the air this morningbreathing deep a sigh after the rainwhite blossoms on the dogwood are breakingand the indigo tinge of magnoliassignal the last breath of winter
Tighten Your Belt, Strengthen Your Mind – New York Times “The brain has a limited capacity for self-regulation, so exerting willpower in one area often leads to backsliding in others. The good news, however, is that practice increases willpower capacity, so that in the long run, buying less now may improve our ability to achieve future goals”
My God, my God, He criedAs He suffered alone, dyingOn a cross, a broken treeEli, Eli, lama sabachthaniForsaken, for love, for me
snow lies laden on the groundsalt ringing the treesmaking patterns on wet roadslonging for life and evidenceseeking resurrectionthree days like three monthsan eternity of waitingfor a promise of hopehis voice and my name–adapted from I practice my spanish grammer
Its true. I do not. I responded that I don’t consider myself a writer, perse. A poet, but not really a writer. Writers are concerned with a far larger scope in language.I like to think of myself as an artist. A photographer and a poet, both mediums serve as a foil for helping me articulate and explore life. And while photography remains a pastime I hope to make my living from, poetry is the craft I hope to keep to myself. There is a phenomenon in experience, when you do something you love, but pursue it for the purpose of…
I think its time to redo the whole walljm site. from scratch. admin, design, architecture, rss, all of it.I tell you this, because I assume you are interested in the minutia. and because publishing is free. and because i’ll probably not do it otherwise. and because i needed to post something new. ;)
lilacs and daffodils,on a grassy dell,in the mid day sun.on a day in spring,when the weathers cool,to sit and dwell,on the nearness of you.
she teases mesoft breath, moist, like a kiss on your cheekand the wind blows, so sweet in the morningand she says she’s sorry for taking so longthat she’ll be back soonand i believe herbecause i’m smitten
What to say really. That is the eternal question on the bloggers mind. Me, i mostly ignore it, as evidenced by my infrequent posts. You see, i hate to water down my content, and I’ve been uninspired. Dry spells, they come and go. And what do you to overcome them? Sometimes, you can get away with simply talking about the dry spell. Like I’m doing now, but that only works once, then you need to post something of substance.I’d like to blame it on the winter. Theres a good chance she is the culprit. But the truth is, emotionally, I’ve…
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