Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill


How to Engineer the Production of Poetry

How does one engineer the production of poetry? Some prayer and contemplation, Music and some meditation. What do you say and to whom? You have always an audience in the Lord; (Unlike your friends, He never gets bored.) You pray, and then there is something to say. It may be about friends, travels or moods, […]

A Slice of the Joy

What to do about those babies dyin’? No standin’ aroun’ and cryin’! The likes of Beseda, Brockhoeft and Bray Say, “Hey, there ain’t no way!” When a “clinic bomber” goes to jail He’d rather be there than in hell (Not havin’ all that pain and steamin’; Plenty o’ heat and all that screamin’!) Time in […]

An End to the Holocaust

(It happens.  Rejoice!) Thanks be to God for those Who have worked so hard An end to abortion to bring, That we might rightfully God to sing Praise for our salvation. Deeds provide that confirmation That that Truth we declare Will not bring to us a snare. We know faith without works is dead But […]

Back from the Crematorium

(Where the remains Joseph A. Bray Jr. were installed) Went back to that Naval Academy;Been some time since I’d been there.Dad’s remains were put in a box,In a drawer the size of a fist.Yes, death will humble us all.But, thanks be to God who had the gallTo come down and take on fleshAnd make our […]

The Triune God: a Brief Explication

            (The simple necessity for the Trinity from the standpoint of man’s salvation explained plainly for the common man and scholastic gloaters.)   God, being love and existing eternally, must necessarily exist in two persons.  There must be at least one subject of love and one object of love. The Son, in order to save […]

Just Took a Walk

Just took a walk and it was hot; Went all around my block. Saw on the porch a few paranoiacs Wearin’ a mask without annoyance, Sittin’ quite alone with no one to commune Hopin’ a friend would come soon, I reckon.  Made not a lick o’ sense, But put into mind some suspense. Who’s gonna […]

Holy Poetry for the Common Man

(Caution. Not necessarily for children or pernickety adults) It cannot be denied, I am a piece o’ shit ‘Tis my confession; can’t deny it. We are sinners in the hands of a holy God, Traipsing all over His beautiful sod. I am I among this nasty congregation Unable to achieve a feasible segregation. Sin’s hold […]

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