Saturday, March 29, 2008


Distinct distant thunder
Roars an ominous warning
Such is the bed we have made
Sterile ICU
Bed # 23
Comatose gentleman
His lifeless eyes
Electric REM tick
Doleful death mask
Sucking pump
Rhythmic ventilator
His chest heaves on queue
Forced life support
Futile brain dead form
His distraught wife
Gently kisses his clammy forehead
Strokes his matted hair
As if he would disintegrate
Gaping gunshot wound
Slices his heaving belly
A bloody mess
In human methodology
She wonders through her tears
If he’s there at all
Alas sweet lady
He left hours before
The busy Trauma Surgeon
Unfortunate lack of eye contact
Averted glance
Screams the tragic news
No need for shallow banter
She finally collapses
Succumbs to exhaustive grief
Into her brothers supportive arms
Standing tall
Despite his breaking heart
Attention now turns to final rites
His lifeless body
Chunked into the clay
Merely a ritual
Sacred goodbye
For those he left behind
Morbidly symbolic
No need for hysteria
Shallow questions
With no earthly answers
Time for thanks and praises
To Him who gave us life
The daily trek goes on
The living stumble forward
A new beginning
To all He calls Disciples
The journey
Holy adventure
No mortal chains can tether
Cut flesh leaves scars
Damaged organs
Cause mortality
The sanctified soul lives on
A gift of highest majesty

Proverbs 14:31-33 (New International Version)
New International Version (NIV)
Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society

31 He who oppresses the poor shows contempt for their Maker, but whoever is kind to the needy honors God.
32 When calamity comes, the wicked are brought down, but even in death the righteous have a refuge.
33 Wisdom reposes in the heart of the discerning and even among fools she lets herself be known. [a]
Proverbs 14:33 Hebrew; Septuagint and Syriac / but in the heart of fools she is not known

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

Thursday, March 27, 2008


Vain inquisition
Frantic search
For what I thought I knew
Counterfeit compliance
So easily impressed
By my swollen ego
Absolute uncertainty
Deftly woven lunacy
Arrogant He Dog
Became the child
As it was written
Sidereal years
Forty nine
Fascinating circle
Steep lessons
Painful circumstance
Ripened eyes
Melt away the chaff
Reclusive nerve
Sweet romance
A fleeting premonition

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

Sunday, March 23, 2008


The headlines shout
“Did it really happen?”
Our sick society
Mocking your existence
Lost sheep abound
Dancing on your grave
Our world spins wildly
Into evil arms
No doubt dwells within me
I’m blessed to know you personally
Saved by Holy Grace
Daily celebration
You conquered death
As it is written
That I may live forever
A miracle indeed
From the depths of my soul
My Savior
Sweet Jesus Christ
The great I AM
I praise you
My soul belongs to thee
Thank you from the depths of my being

Luke 24 (New International Version)

The Resurrection

1On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. 2They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. 4While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. 5In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? 6He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: 7'The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.' “8Then they remembered his words.”

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

Friday, March 21, 2008


Gift of mortal prose
Eccentric in my youth
Eternal search for truth
Divine permutation
Once so dark
Now triumphant
Filled with gratitude
Saved from evil ligature
Alcoholic torment
Alive this day with purpose
Every breath proclaims
His healing emancipation
Living proof of Christ’s revelation
Eternal walk
Beside Him I shall serve
Symbol of salvation
All I am
I give to thee

12" Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers in the word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.
13 Till I come, give attendance to reading, to exhortation, to doctrine.
14 Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery.”

I Timothy 4: 12-14

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005

Thursday, March 20, 2008


Once gnarled
Crossed wires
Spastic chemical atrophy
Extremely warped reality
Sadly jumbled
Locked in selfish chaos
Love masquerade
Money bought happiness
Mortal payment plan
Irritating albatross
Dulled robotically
Copious amounts of cheap Vodka
Through mended eyes
I see clearly this day
The only true source
Of all human bliss
Sacred in every aspect
His radiance
Rooted deep within me
Jubilantly I grow
Euphoric rhapsody
Life is simple
So sweet
A gift to truly enjoy
Annoying circumstances
Hidden tribulation
My reaction
I now control
Filed with content
An honest day’s work
Fills my grateful heart
As a child
I thrive

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005

Tuesday, March 18, 2008


March 2008
Santa Rosa Island
Pensacola Beach
Her face
Forever altered
Hardly dead
Spring Break bustle
Shredding winter doldrums
Pulsing rhythm
Iconic destination
Peg Leg Pete’s by moonlight
Sand Spur Republic
Saline mystic sea
Mighty swell
Innerlight Surf Shop
Jah’s surf report
Pristine dunes of time
Enigmatic mindset
Local point of view
My children
Sacred blessings
Wilbur navigating
Sarah at the wheel
Sand between my toes
Between my ears
Life is good
At the Grimes house

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

Monday, March 10, 2008


Prevailing sneer
Scarred face
Sad human degeneracy
Modern fraud vernacular
Ignorant malign
Against all things decent
Dismal digression
Sloppy moral ethics
Mongrel dregs
Doped on daft pipedreams
Hell bent calamity
Vermin assassins
Devout demonic manes
Poised for incessant attack
Ceremonial scythe
To slit the callow throat
Of those who admonish
Martyrs shall stand firm
Share decisive gospel
In light of persecution
Authentic holy truth
Shall never be expunged
Tangled skein of flaxen thread
Dyed in human tears
Torn tapestry
Ode to mankind’s mastery
Tattered and frayed
Burgeoning winds of change
Apocalyptic details
Looming destiny
Our world
Slips slowly into madness
Symbolic preparation
For His exalted return
Jesus Christ
Lord of Lords
Summons the forgiven
In humble covenant
Without exception

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005

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