The Creative Genius of God

I really enjoy Larry Randolph's ministry. He makes some good points especially valuable to us artist types. Yes Larry, I have been created with 'muscle for the tussle' *.


* For more about muscle for the tussle read "A Life Parenthetical"

The Ulterior of My Interior

The Ulterior Of My Interior

the ulterior of my interior

needs to exit

torward exterior.

the dark motive deep inside,

needs eviction

to end its ride.

these underlying bits

of stubborn grit

need heavenly help

to bring omit.

like gritty dirt

in a celery stalk.

it can effect my daily walk.

once I watched

a tv chef

show how

to clean a leek

from the nitty gritty.

when he was done

he had something

whittled down

so very nice and pretty.

Lord, i'm gritty

        and oh, so leek-y.

won't you whittle

me down

nice, clean and squeaky?

—— Tony Mujica © 2011

Why Marvin Was Starvin’

Written for all the starvin' Marvins in my life.

Why Marvin Was Starvin’

And Marvin was starvin’ -

       so poor and needy.

But thought perhaps

       he was too greedy.

Didn’t know the

       ways of God.

When he heard

       he thought it odd.

Good news settled

       into his heart.

Now he knew what

       was his part.

Down to floor

       on bended knee.

Accept God’s Son

       to be set free.

The odd of God

       can make you wonder.

Could it be error

       or divine blunder?

Why would God stand

       at the right hand

Of such a poor

       and needy man?

Really his heart

       didn’t doubt.

Just had to ask

       and vent and spout.

As life went on

       God answered queries.

Built his faith, and

       ironed out worries.

God would mold

       his faith foundation.

For God’s name

       and reputation.

God saw fit to

      shape and carve.

The work of art

       He saw in Marv.

God would reshape

       Marvin’s heart.

Expand his heart

       for Godly lovin’.

Then He’d throw

       him into the oven.

Funny thing

       about this Marvin,

Valued baking time

       in oven.

Marvin saw his dross

       burn right off.

Not so bad

       altho’ it was tough.

 Now this Marvin loved to

       watch things burnin’.

This became a

       sort of yearnin’.

In a healthy

       kinda’ way,

He loved watchin’

       glaze on clay

Knew that beauty

       came from ashes.

Great insulatin’

       for life’s clashes.

Another odd

       in things of God,

How one could yearn

       so much to burn,

And be a torch

       without a scorch,

Between the altar

       and the porch.

 —— Tony Mujica © 2011

Amy Whose Craft Was Given

A prophetic poem for my friend, Amy Craft Given.

Amy Whose Craft Was Given

God has this woman

whose craft was given

to bring glory

and honor to God

She did so and saw

many a guffaw

along with folk's

noggins in nod.

Tickled they were

about her work

But Amy thought

What's all the perk

about my work

I thought it was filled

with many a quirk?

Why are people

going so berserk?

Then God said

some words in red:

"Amy, Amy, whose

craft is given

I'll tell you now just

why you were driven

To do work out of My

Spirit led livin'.

The reason for all the fuss and 

why many chose to discuss -

It's me they see,

they'll all agree

Your work has me

as a plus.

It's when you paint

without complaint

I choose to inspire

without restraint.

That's why your work

contains my taint.

You really are

My paintin' saint.

You honor me -

your brush strokes decree

the path to me

to break men free.

Because of that

I AM in GLEE!

—— Tony Mujica © 2011

The Fiber Of A Thought

A new painting already exists, in my mind's eye, for this new poem. It's already finished in my head. It just hasn't been executed yet on a physical canvas. Likewise, I'm feeling the pull, to go into the recording studio with the trumpet. 


This one is sparking me back to my bebop jazz roots. I 'd like to put something together with poetic narration supported by an acoustic jazz quartet.

The Fiber Of A Thought

we all know the importance

of having fiber

in the diet.

the fiber acts as 

an intestinal broom,

sweeping tummy's 

discomforting gloom.

when gases press in 

with no more room,

that's why we reach for 

an intestinal broom.

so, fiber in the diet 

keeps tummy

very, very quiet.

but what happens when 

the brain 

is under attack

and thinking thoughts that 

are so black? 

how do we tinker 

with gas in our thinker?

for what, oh Lord, 

do we reach?

can someone pass 

the brain bleach?

please God, please, 

deliver a speech!

it's the fiber of a thought

a thing so rarely taught.

of highest caliber 

this Godly fiber

intermeshed and 

intertwined

from God alone, 

it's so designed

as rescue plan

for us to stand. 

it's holy relief for

humankind's mind.

the mind of Christ

is hidden in a helmet,

preventing me

from hellish plummet.

donning this cap

provides the fix.

so read more about it

in ephesians six.

of what great value,

this mind of Christ.

one might deem

this find high-priced

the brooming fibrous thoughts

of my God's mind,

what better answer

to bring unwind

to dark usurps

and devilish burps.

praise Jesus for this

brainy bromo seltzer -

His way to cover

my thoughts

with a shelter,

from a barrage of the

whispering devious,

to delete dark out -

going back to the previous.

- Tony Mujica © 2011

"Rev Four, Foot To Floor" and "Meta Taute"

This theme goes by two names, "Come Up Here" and "Meta Taute"(which means 'after this', in the original Greek, the first two words of Revelation Chapter Four, A favorite that I can spend hours lost in meditation on.). Since most people scratch their heads when I say "Meta Taute", I commonly refer to this as "Come Up Here".


Following this is a companion poem entitled "Rev Four, Foot To Floor".

Rev four, foot to floor

Rev four -

foot to floor

I feel the pull

of the open door.

Rev four -

foot to floor

Trump voice speaks

"Come up and soar"

Foot to floor

right through the door

The pull, the yank

gripped through my tank.

Rev four -

foot to floor

A burning, churning

within my core.

Rev four -

A thundering rumbling

Symphony sounding

Now I'm crumbling.

Dive to floor

break into sweat

All because

His Presence met.

Rev four -

light beyond burning

Holy One sparks up

my heart's yearning.

Stay on floor -

in saline puddle

The glory realm is

not so subtle.

Rev four -

back to my feet.

Grace to stand

and not retreat.

Rev four -

watch to see

Twenty four crowns

On elderly.

Rev four -

all bowed down

Arms extended

offering crown.

Count'em four

blazing creatures.

Eyes and wings

as primary features.

Rev four -

What are they

thinking?

Eyes on me

without a blinking.

Waves of praise

in call and response

He fills all desires

and all wants.

Rev four

onto the next

to watch a lamb

crack open a text

Rev five -

I'm still alive.

- Tony Mujica ©2011