Category Archives: Accuser of the faithful


According to ‘WALK IN THE WORD”.

Miriam was most disturbed…

By Moses’ new marriage

That she disparaged,

Before getting to her deepest hurt.

In the original language used,

The female form was used…

Spoke a woman


Who felt most abused!

Said God–come here you three–

I’ll tell who is closest to Me…

Moses most humble

But ’bout Me you grumble,

Miriam’s tagged leprosy.

Seven days outside the camp,

Moses kept her from the damp…

Changed attitude

When God’s way viewed,

Healed–she came back, no cramp!

More recently, one fell to grumbling

Under his breath–not humbling–

What will God do

The dense to break through,

Or allow in his way some stumbling?

Grumbling under the breath,

In the Desert…was kiss of death…

But for God’s mercy

Miriam cutseyed,

And came back in perfect health!

–Jonathan Caswell

“WALK IN THE WORD”…a radio program on WVNE, 760 AM, 3:30 pm to 4:00 pm, weekdays.


Have no other gods before Him,

Not even by innocent whim…

It’s suicidal

To worship an idol,

Walking on ice very thin.

So periodically

He must sort his files to see…

What grabs his heart–

With that he must part,

‘Tis better than hypocrisy!

Culling out accumulations

Of any conflagrations,,,

That hold him fast

He will cast,

Out for sanctification.

–Jonathan Caswell


Another killing blast

Of a policeman–flags half-mast…”

Why keep killing

If one side is willing

To seek understanding at last?

–Jonathan Caswell

*Half-mast…or half-staff


She stayed in sororities,

Hunting new cult inductees…

He put his arm

Around her with charm,

She lashed out indignities!



He wishes he hadn’t gone

To see what the computer had on…

His tormentor–

Chief presenter–

Told him, just leave the leeches on!

Images on a screen,

Exposure to the obscene…

Big regret

That he let,

Those pictures into daydreams!

Exposing more to the eye,

Continues the fading high…

Holding his ground

At least is sound,

But the germ in his brain won’t die.

More and more guys struggle,

Seeing will power puddles…

Melt to the core

Without God to shore

Up the man in his muddle.



Agitators on their holy ground,

With lots of pawns around…

College kids

With minds on skids,

Easy to push around.

Community organizers

As propaganda advisors…

Marshall troops–

These kids (easy dupes)–

Blind and no wiser!

Welcome to their hell,

For kids organized very well…

Emotion blinds

Rational minds,

Merchandise easy to sell.

–Jonathan Caswell

(An opinion poem)


In the Slough of Despond,*

He had to carry on…


In his realm he

Had to make good his respond!

It seems he alone,

Keeps his wife from a nursing home…

Medical too

Help him through,

But today he nearly was done!

Mice in mounting clutter,

Eviction is possibly suffered…

Not the first

Time they were cursed,

By piles of stuff discovered!

His health downturns,

While a living he earns…

How long can he drive

Staying alive,

Giving it up is what he yearns!

His new C-PAP has less

Air pressure so he must adjust…

Harder to sleep

Or fall fast and deep,

It’s tempting to make a big fuss.

Things working out slow,

Maybe guilt for something down low…

Wrangled a photo shot

Did he need it–perhaps not–

But for it his conscience feels low.

–Jonathan Caswell

*Slough of Despond..a place of extreme discouragement as portrayed in the allegory written by John Bunyan…entitled  PILGRIM’S PROGRESS.


He felt in himself the dying flames

Coming out of his sin morass…

Readily feeling pain of renewal

Knowing “this too will pass.”

Like a phoenix flaring up

Plunged into cold and annealed…

He must go through the process sure

To find his prospects healed.

Burned by self-lust,

  Warming unto his soul…

Yet corrupting

Punching in him a hole.

Cleaning out Readers a part

Of reclaiming one’s heart….

Unto righteousness

From emptiness,

That deadly a la cart!

–Jonathan Caswell


(An Opinion Piece!)

Another long weekend,

Of revised historic trends…


That keeps kids dumb,

Means shifting dates no end!

Most just like the day off,

At Italians discovering  they scoff…

Nuances lost–

Such is the cost–

Of fine education gone soft!

Every other holiday

Has meaning stripped this way…


Truth is under the gun ,

While the ones responsible slip away.

–Jonathan Caswell


(An Opinion Piece–the author’s)

A subtle reminder to vote,

Don’t let them get your goat…

‘Though nearly the same

Still pick a name,

Dragons of apathy smote!

Winning sides due

To one or two votes include you…

Mandates tendered

By majorities rendered,

Require massive vote numbers too.

Non-voting Americans,

Sputter but make no amends…

So, it’s rigged

for egos too big,

That think “any means can justify ends>”

One wag–namely Clyde Lewis–*

Suggested what’ll make leaders nervous…

Total boycott

Of any votes got,

But would any listen to us?

Or would it lead to a coup,

Abandoning democracy to…

Set martial law

As jackboots call,

On all deemed unworthy—like you!

–Jonathan Caswell

Clyde Lewis*…Host of GROUND ZERO RADIO.