There is darkness…


Regurgitating the vehemence of earth’s deathly torture

Expunging the ooze known as life

Lie still as the minions take pride in their virtue

Brought on by man’s venomous knife


Pose not a thought of your virtuous deity

Once given to make one’s own choice

T’was lost in the arrogance of man’s own infinity

No longer in this has he voice


Shrewd, though it seems the trumpet did sound

Though only deaf ears did it fall

As agony reaped through all that abound

On the last days of winter through fall


Oh pray if you will after all that’s been sigh

Now another’s to walk upon earth

Cry into the wind as no ears hear you cry

Fallen angels will fill to their girth


Reflect to the time of your youth told to pray

To the Father who gave His for you

Now late, late, late it is now in your day

Your life never no never anew

A song of family loss…


I said I’d be there just as fast as I can….

As a million thoughts ran through my mind

Phone hanging from my hand


And I dropped down upon my knees

Head bent hands clasped in prayer

Praying that on angels wings

I would soon be there….


Oh God… please help me make my way

It seems that time is flying by

Can I be there once more to say….

I love you….

To the rock within my life

What a father means to a son

A daughter or a wife…


I clambered out the door

With tears still in my eyes

Knowing that I had to tell

The daughter in his life


And when I got her on the phone

She knew it in my voice

I heard her start to pray aloud

There was no other choice


Oh God… please help me make my way

It seems that time is flying by

Can I be there once more to say….

I love you….

To the rock within my life

What a father means to his little girl

His son and to his wife…


As I ran through the door I knew

That I had come too late

The nurse said that he passed at noon

When I saw my mother bent to pray….


Oh God… please help me make my way

It seems that times been flying by

One last time I got to say….

I love you….

The rock within my life

What a father to our boy and girl

What a husband to this wife…


The best father to our boy and girl

The best husband to this wife….



I love you my sweetheart

God’s peace

I’ll see you again one day

A song of hope…


I’m giving up

I’m turning loose

I’m giving my life to you…Completely….mmm, mmm

Not holding out

I’m giving in

This is where I begin

With my God…


I’m tired of the lyin’

False hope and denyin’

I know that there’s much more for me…



I’m done with the waiting

Beginning right here on my knees


I’m giving up

I’m turning loose

I’m giving my life to you…Completely….mmm, mmm

Not holding out

I’m giving in

This is where I begin

With my God…



Many have gone before me

Accepting His love

A sweet affirmation

God sent from above

Was found in His Son

And I hope that one day you will see…eee…eee

God and His presence can finally be found in me……


(Softly, slowly)

I’m giving up

I’m turning loose

I’m giving my life to you…Completely….mmm, mmm

Not holding out

I’m giving in

This is where I begin

With my God…

With my God!

With my God!

With my God!

A song of love…and life…


Push me higher daddy

So high that I can see

What lurks beyond the backyard fence

That’s always blocking me, oh- oh

Push me higher daddy

Give me wings to fly

Out above this great big world

Way up into the sky

Oh-oh, push me higher, push me higher, push me higher won’t you please…

Push me higher daddy

I can feel the summer’s breeze


Push me higher daddy

I think I see a way

To get around the old oak tree

That always blocks the way, oh-oh

Push me higher daddy

My friends are waiting there

To join them in life’s journey, yeah

A life to live and share

Oh-oh, push me higher, push me higher, push me higher won’t you please…

Push me higher daddy

I can feel the autumn’s breeze



Push me higher daddy

I miss your loving touch

You gave un-con-dition-al love

I miss you very much, oh-oh

Push me higher daddy

In my prayer’s every day

To lose you was the hardest thing

There’s a grandchild on the way

Oh-oh, push me higher, push me higher, push me higher won’t you please…

Push me higher daddy

I can feel the winter’s breeze…


Push me higher daddy

I hear my baby’s voice

Laughing like I used to do

I never had a choice, oh-oh

Push me higher daddy

The words echo in my ears

I feel I finally understand

What you gave through all the years

Oh-oh, push me higher, push me higher, push me higher won’t you please…

Push me higher daddy

Spring has sprung upon the trees

A friend asked and I wrote…

Patient or Patient


Have you ever found yourself questioning why you react or reacted certain ways to situations or persons? Of course you have! We all have. It’s a great part of what makes us who we are and how others see us. On one hand it can be considered as a badge of honor, good character, admirable…  This is the feel-good, sticky sweet side of ourselves we attempt and strive to achieve…Yes? Yes! On the other hand you may find yourself questioning every action, feeling judged, as well as self-judging, not only by the actions of today but all the actions of yesterday. How do we find release and solace from those events that mold us into misshaped clay? How do we remodel ourselves into a new shape before our pliability succumbs to hardening? Lamentations 3:40 tells us “Let us examine and probe our ways, And let us return to the LORD.”  Well, that seems simple enough and straight forward. Oh my friend… It’s easier said than done! This brings me to the point and title of this expose`. Are we being patient and letting the Lord guide our ways, or are we a patient in need of healing and spiritual guidance? It’s a study in self…

The waters that have traversed beneath the bridge of my life have seen beauty, love and kindness, and the miracle of being a parent and grandparent all with God at the center. The exalted times of being a healer and trusting that God is in charge makes for smooth sailing… most of the time. Let’s not forget we are often tested during these times too ¹(James 1:12). Then there are those times, more than I care to recall, where the waters were turbulent and seemingly drowning in their passing. Those times where I let go of God and made the meager attempt to be in control. Though I made it through, by His grace, I still flinch at the thought of some of those actions. I was neither patient nor a patient. I was simply lost in the world and part of the world. I was living in the world as a man, and not living in the world as a man with God in his heart. Material things made me into someone I cringe to reflect upon even now ²(Mark 4:19). But there is light…

The time came when I simply gave up and gave in. Upon my knees with reverence to Him in whom I was to ask forgiveness and pour out my deepest, heartfelt apology and beg for Him to take over I found solace. I found that is okay to be scarred and scared. I discovered a healthy way to be self-judging without being judgmental. I found that giving my whole self to God, not just a small piece but all of me, I could move beyond the sucking abyss that had trapped me in the past and lead me into deeper waters. Here, now, I can stand and be proud of who I am and who is responsible. It isn’t me… It never was… It is in Jesus Christ my Lord and savior who endowed me with strength to ask for forgiveness and provide forgiveness when I slip into the snare of reaction without His guidance. I can be patient, and I can be a patient. “It is well with my soul!”

¹James 1:12 – Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial; for once he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him.

² Mark 4:19 – …but the worries of the world and the delight of being rich and all the other passions come in to choke the word; so it proves unfruitful.

Be warned…


Stuck in this dance I cannot win

The Moor keeps pulling me down

Deeper and deeper I’m being sucked in

As my feet can no longer touch ground


Breathlessly and in vane I strive

As flying demons circle above

Never oh never this way should one die

Had I only more time to love


Urgency screaming inside my head

An answer to cries never comes

Steadily sinking, sinking, sinking

My heartbeat becomes a drum


Rhythm unfolded, unsheathed, unclad

Naked my fear weaves before me

A panic of tears of sorrow is sown

Now broken the beast drawing near me


Subsiding the beating no longer the ringing

So sweet the euphorian wings

Swoop down upon me enveloped my rapture

The Moor has decided this thing

Hope in death…



A drop of rain is nourishment to a lowly seed

It provides more than it could ever know

As a drop of love is to a little babe

Forever it sustains that precious soul


And as that soul grows it learns more and more

Its heart reflects the teachings of

The caring, touching healing hands

Provided by a mother’s love


A love that lasts forever and ever

No matter where the body may be

Like the rain drop it may be gone

But just look at what came from that seed


Searching for answers in times of trial

Can strengthen us and help us grow

We need only lift our hearts in prayer

For if you believe then you will know


God wrote a plan for us just like the seed

When He provided that drop of rain

He is in control, He knows our need

So rejoice in Him for there’s no more pain

The greatest of these is love…



As the sunset sky reflects its wonder

With colors ablaze in light

Two butterflies drift upon the wind

An aerial ballet of flight


The drifting clouds have eyes that see

These beautiful creatures dance

Floating high above their hearts are free

Their meeting simply chance


But oh how they seem to know the other

Though never before have they met

There is something unsaid in their eyes to the other                         

So easily this passion let


Their embrace so close on the wind they sail

Yet there is sadness in their hearts

As the same gentle wind becomes a gale

And tears the two lovers apart


Adrift again on their journey aloft

Hearts heavy with sorrows weight

Then a smile swells up within their hearts

God had blessed them with a simple fate

A dream of hope…


(A true story)

It’s a very winding, treacherous dirt and gravel mountain road strewn with large boulders all along its edges. The sides drop steeply as the tall pines stretch towards the heavens. I see their tops blown and bristled against the distance in some places as we descend with ever increasing speed. It’s beginning to scare me along with everyone else in the car. I’m sitting in the front passenger seat while three others are crowded together in the back. We’re driving entirely too fast, and for whatever reason, our driver believes she can maintain control. Why she doesn’t slow down no one present in the car knows. With a cry of fear and terror, I beg her to slow down before we reach the next curve and large boulders that are our only means to prevent us from flying off the edge and into the abyss. She loses control and we careen into, onto and over the boulders. We all scream with terror and fear in anticipation of the long journey down and our inevitable death.

The screaming ceases, if only for a brief moment, as we realize we haven’t crashed down the 400-500 feet to the ground near the speck of a stream flowing there. I note that we have somehow, miraculously landed atop a towering pine. Turning to the group I tell them to hold on as we are about to lose our perch. Down, down, down… The screaming rings in my ears as we whirl in a plunging spiral towards the earth and death. It’s over! The car is crushed nearly flat as it landed top down with full impact.

I’m aware of people milling around the car and paramedics tending to my friends. I’m being pulled from the car even as I watch from a short distance. My body is bloody and crushed. I mutter aloud that I don’t understand how we weren’t all killed. We couldn’t have possibly survived that kind of impact. It dawned on me that I had been praying all the way down for God to save us or take us home. I prayed that my children and family would not suffer too much with the burden of losing their father, husband, brother in such a manner. I then realize that I am watching this scene play out in front of me and I am not a survivor. I died…

As I turn to look at the person standing next to me he nods his head in affirmation of my epiphany. A sense of relief rushes over me as goosebumps stand up and fall back again all over my body. I’m dead, but I’m alive and unafraid. I know I am safe and in the presence of Jesus. This short time for me on earth is complete and I will now go home and see my dad and grandparents again. There is solace in this feeling that I cannot explain in this short work. I only know that the Holy Spirit descended upon me in a dream that changed my life forever. My soul is claimed, safe and I’m okay.

Kevin D Parish

What Words May Come

Writing simple poetry, song lyrics and short stories has become so important to me over the past few years.  When I began my words were therapy for me though at the time I didn’t realize it.  I certainly never considered how impactful these words would become in my life and, from time to time, in other’s lives too.  What thrills me most is the feedback and how many different opinions and interpretations I get from one poem read through the eyes of others.  When I write the words simply flow without me getting too caught up in whatever theme may arise.  It simply starts with a line or sentence then blossoms from there.  I’ve been told it’s a gift, and while somewhere deep within me I believe that to be true, I wonder why it took so long to develop even as it continues to grow.  My grandfather was a writer, so perhaps that is where the answer lies.  Regardless, I hope you find some meaning, some smiles, some tears or something else worthy of your time here within these scripts.

God bless,


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by Kevin D. Parish