Jesus came to town that day
Crowds about him blocked my way
But tumult there in Jericho
Did not lay my ambition low
And though I be a little short
A tree to which I could resort
Might afford an only view
Of him who offered something new
So, higher, higher up the tree
To seize an opportunity
And then, amazing everyone
He came to me, alas, undone
Despised by all for what I am
Yet, still a child of Abraham
“Come down,” he said and knew my name
That day that altered everything
A visit from the changeless One
Who changes all to gain a son
A day that I will long recall
When I gave some and got back all.


–Weylan Deaver



Card of credit at the ready
Easy chair and light down low
Just the thought has got me heady
Captivated by the glow
From the tablet on my lap
Pulls me in like tractor beam
O, the buttons I will tap
While, sits melting, my ice cream
Reading customer reviews
All eight hundred and eleven
There’s no time for headline news
Here in cyber-shopper heaven
I could work and save up money
Take a trip to the Bahamas
But my eyes can’t handle sunny
And I do best in pajamas
You can call me unproductive
Yet I’ve got it all in gear
There’s this freakishly seductive
Siren song inside my ear
It says “customers also bought”
I’m a moth drawn to the flame
There’s no way to not get caught
And the website is to blame
So, half past late and still I stare
With bleary eyes and mind in lull
Did I even comb my hair
At least the shopping cart is full.


–Weylan Deaver


Mistake was early made
And I had it all to lose
Not near enough afraid
When it fell on me to choose.

From dust and the Divine
Brought to life, I picked the grave
With freedom that was mine
To become the devil’s slave.

Could I but start once more
And be known for nobler mien
Before the portrait tore
Or was felt the serpent sting!

Here is no rehearsal
In guilt there is no glory
Sin has no reversal
My story is your story.


–Weylan Deaver