Demons Inside


There are demons inside
who seek our demise.   

Our thoughts…
Our fears… 
Our doubts…   

While the evil lurks
in the silent shadows. 


The battle is theirs
and they simply wait. 

Our lives…
Our dreams…   
Our hopes…

They do nothing, because
we do it to ourselves.

~Mark Schutter ©2015

Condemnation and the One Voice.


Condemnation is often,
we so easily tell ourselves
comes from others.
In loud voices they speak;
their supposed truth,
their belittling words,
their self-imposed importance.

Yet the worst vile hypocrisy,
and self-mutilating condemnation;
that tears us down,
that speaks the lies,
that raises the doubts.
Is not the voices from without,
but that one lone voice within.

We listen when we should not,
and talk when we should listen.
The world and the enemy,
others and ourselves,
drown out the only true voice.
The voice of love and grace,
that never speaks of condemnation.

~Mark Schutter ©2015


The Dragon


never out loud
i learned to scream
only inside my head

gripped by fear
of waking the dragon
that now believed me dead

silently i lay
in the cold and black
feeling terror and dread

dreams of escape
filled the lonely hours
while lying in the demons bed

hope and light
seemed so far away
those words long ago said

destined to live
so i firmly believed
upon this path i now tread

grace and mercy
overwhelm my tired heart
as love crushes the serpents head

~Mark Schutter ©2015

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives

Searching, For What We Already Have


The Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz already had what he was searching for – a brain.  He was wise and intelligent even before reaching the Emerald City and presenting his request to the wizard.

Here’s why. Hanging in the cornfield it was he who told Dorothy of an idea how she could get him down. Remember, he told her that if she bent the nail holding him there he might just slide off?

We are often hanging on a question; waiting for an answer, when so many times we already have the answer, and yet…


Searching outside
for it,
when inside
is where the vaunted treasure lies.

Keys to our hearts,
drop from
trembling hands
to lie just out of arms reach.

The lock will open,
with keys
we’ve dropped
while we look at everything but.

Opening doors
so easily,
in belief
and determination we see a future.

There is a promise
in melencholy,
in regret
we search for what we already have.

~Mark Schutter ©2015