
True Love Blog

Friday, July 17, 2026
Blue Poetry
This morning early, during vigil time,
presence of the Awesome One peered through the threshold of my thoughts.
Distancing some. Discerning others. Discovering unrecorded ones.
I missed writing them down, figuring, but not believing I would write them down later, like right now.
The prayers spoken then remain only in the Great Originator's recording box and
in the midst of my own forested fog, a unique gift of lucidity, resembling unrepeatable moments.
The God I believe in would remember those lines of prayer,
maybe to give to an angel or transmit to me later again.



Highly Trained by my wife
Back in '82, I married into another country, another race, another language and culture, another way of doing things, simple things, like organizing kitchen shelves, tying shoes, shopping for bread, all different... when I married my beloved from Japan, Yoshi.
We were introduced by our favorite pastor but could not be more opposite, except our birth dates which shoulder each other. Our marriage turned out to be a blessing. I'm a pastor, an uncle, and a grandpa. Stick around, you might learn something from our boiling marriage stew.
