Programmer (Haiku)

We write code in lines,
the same way that spaghetti
is straight in the box.




The Bridge

Suspended Bridge at Fall Creek Falls State Park
Near Pikeville, TN

I don’t do heights.
I remember trying to stand one scaffolding level up,
and my Dad having mercy on me by telling me to
get down.

I was probably shaking so hard it made the whole thing unsteady.

And the Sky Flyer.
A cross between a bungee jump and a swing,
terrifying passengers (me) eighty feet above
Pigeon Forge.

I meant it when I told my (then future) wife I’d never do it again.

I wanted to teach my daughter a lesson.
(And maybe myself one, too.)
I agreed to go across the suspended bridge at Fall Creek Falls
for her.

It felt like I was walking across the Tacoma Narrows.

The trouble is, once across,
you either have to walk several miles or come back.
I came back across one white-knuckled, hurry-up-and-get-across step,
For her.

(And me.)



Note: the photograph above was taken by my wife. Because still photography only captures a single moment in time, it gives the illusion that the bridge is steady. I distinctly recall it never being anything less than 45 degrees at any point of my harrowing crossing. Just saying.

The Beacons of Life Are Dark

Like the Egyptian midnight at noon,
the beacons of life are dark.
Wave your hand in front of your face all you want,
at most, you’ll feel the wind.
The beacons of life are dark.

It’s the fourth day since the battle begun.
The beacons of life are dark.
Some are hoping for light in the east tomorrow,
but who knows whether we’ll make it that long.
The beacons of life are dark.

Hope for a White Rider leading singing, slaying armies:
The beacons of life are dim.



See this post for the original line.


I stomp all over my own very last nerve,
so I completely understand that You’d feel the sa—

I get so aggravated at my own screwups
(on top of everyone else’s, tbh)—

I’ve given up on me so many different times,
so I’m surprised that You’ve lasted until n—

Anyone else would have been tired of me
long before now, so You’re probably ti—




Tetzel’s taxes triggered a tectonic shift:
Repentance is true penitence, not pennies for shrift.
The whole of holiness is hidden in Him
Who graciously gives gospel, good news, to the ends

Of the earth, erstwhile empire of evil intent
Now native to a nation of newborns bent
On goodness, gladly giving glory to God
Their Savior, strumming strings and singing psalms.

Protesting the papal pilfering and plunder
Of goods and gold, grifting the grandeur
Of Peter’s Prince for personal pleasure:
Martin, the mallet-wielding monk.



Burn Candles

Maglites, LEDs, even the flashlights built into our phones
are far more powerful than candles,
even though they do the same thing.
Latimer’s candles still shine today:
flames burning jumpsuit-orange.



Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God’s grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.” — Hugh Latimer


Cobra Commander

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As a kid, I played with G.I. Joe action figures.
I had dozens of them: men, guns, accessories, vehicles.
But I only had three bad guys: Cobra Commander and a couple others.
I remember confronting the logical problem this presented:
If the good guys win and beat the bad guys,
who will the good guys fight next time?
My solution was to make the bad guys stronger and more resilient
than the good guys—but still beatable (of course).

Perhaps I, like Caiaphas, spoke more truly than I knew.