Maine sunrise 

You break early,

splashing light

on the dark,


the traveler

who seeks


upon the sea,

who breathes

salty air

and knows

the sand under

his feet calls

him home.

29 July 2015

Written on Willard Beach, South Portland, Maine


Life is full of nuance.

Shadows, which are not

a true reflection of the

real, surround us.
The fuzzy edges, the over

exaggerated shapes are

confusing, misleading

to the burdened.
What is real? you ask.

Real is, after all, a choice

of one’s heart, to see in all

the shape of God.
4 July 2015

By Ram Lopez


“The Spirit immediately drove Jesus out into the wilderness. And he was in the wilderness forty days, being tempted by Satan. And he was with the wild animals, and the angels were ministering to him.” (Mark 1:12-13)

The dryness of the air

must have startled him.

At least the first night

as it cooled, leeching

the heat from his burnt

skin. “Is this really needed,”

he thought as the endless

minutes melted slowly away.

The voice of hunger

joined the refrain, “Yes,”

it sang, “if you think I am

empty now…” But he

quieted the voices with

his own voice which made

even the breeze stop for a

moment – “Hush,” He simply

said. The silence within

and surrounding him opened

the eyes of his heart to notice

the ladder – busy with angelic

beings who brought great joy,

bread for Bread’s journey and

ladles of refreshing, healing wine,

Love overflowing His Heart.

By Ram Lopez

1 July 2015