Zach Uram's Blog

I walk through
Schenley Park
It’s 7 AM
It’s raining
The rain
Is cold
I can see
My breath
Multiple hued
Leaves crunch
Underfoot
I feel
Revitalized
I’m cozy
And warm
In my green
Camofloge
Jacket
I see smoke
Emanating
From chimneys
The smell
Is intoxicating
The damp
Leaves
Have a pleasing
Aroma
Finally
I return home
I sip
A piping hot
Mug of
Pumpkin spice
Latte
I eat a slice
Of pumpkin
Roll
I drift asleep
Dreaming
About
Thanksgiving

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025

In Bethlehem
On one cold morn
Christ the Lord
Was born

Mary was a virgin
So pure and true
The Holy Spirit made
Baby Jesus in her womb anew

Jesus came as fully man and God
Thanks to His incarnation
Man would be able to have
Salvation

We are given the gifts of
Repentance and faith
Regeneration comes first
This God sayeth

A man must be
Born again
We are forgiven
All our sin

No longer are we children
Of Satan
We have God’s image restored
We’re Christ’s handmaiden

So spread the gospel
Near and far
Salvation is in Christ alone
Come just as you are

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025

My parents divorce
Devastated me
From the harsh circumstances
I wanted to flee

Many nights
I cried myself to sleep
The psychological pain
Ran very deep

Why had this happened
The dissolution
Of our nuclear family
It brought me confusion

The tragic loss of my family
Hit me hard
No longer did I want
To play in the yard

Over forty years later
The emotional scars remain
God alone can heal me
This is my desperate refrain

One day, my mind
Will be whole
No more mental trauma
I’ll have peace in my soul

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025

My psychosis
Is complete
I can’t
Be beat

There is madness
In the air
I’ll return
To my lair

As a child, I ran
In the rain
It made me
Insane

I bark
Like a mad dog
I squeal
Like a hog

I am confused
I need help
If you attack me
I will yelp

My life
It is full of joy
I am happily insane
I need a toy

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025

I listen to
The gentle rain
It helps
Keep me sane

I lay
In bed
And rest
My sleepy head

The spirits
Bother me
I yearn
To be free

Satan is
A defeated foe
The gospel
We must sow

Demons
Oppress me
But Christ
Set me free

Sin no longer
Defines me
From it
I will flee

My sinful flesh
I must mortify
The Holy Spirit
Will sanctify

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025

I was walking
Down the street
Overwhelmed by anxiety
It was a great feat

I saw a woman
On the dole
She had a demon
In her soul

I laughed
Like a maniac
Sadly I have
A bad back

I farted on
The mailman’s face
He thought it was
A disgrace

Today I am
Half sane
I have a
Defective brain

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025

I am a traveler
Of time and space
I’m the elite
Of the human race

Chosen by God
I’m one of the elect
I’m a soul
He did select

I’m God’s
Visionary
I receive visions
They are not contrary

Christ appeared to me
His radiance filled the room
He anointed me as a high priest
Yes, it was He from Mary’s womb

Christ also
Ordained me as a pastor
Many tomes of theology
I did master

Accusers of the brethren
Mock me viciously
But I’ll have the last laugh
As they burn for an eternity

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025

It’s high noon
The sun is
Blazing
It’s reflecting
Off of the
Sherif’spistol
A six-shooter
He slowly walks
To the center
Of town
There he stood
Beads of
Perspiration
Streamed down
His
Weather worn
Face
Suddenly
Two desperados
Came out
Of the saloon
They walk out
To the middle
Of the dusty
Street
Directly
Opposing
The sheriff
A showdown
Has begun
Their fingers
Twitch
As they reach
For their
Pistols
Time seems to
Stand still
The sheriff
Shoots first
He was
A fraction
Of a second
Faster
The two
Desperados
Collapse
To the ground
Each with a
Bullet
In their
Hearts
Such is life
In the
Wild West

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025

I’m a
Missionary
I share
The gospel
In the heart
Of darkness
Africa
Tribes
Were constantly
Warring
Famine was
Widespread
Paganism
Pervaded
The dark
Continent
There was
No technology
No schools
No hospitals
No businesses
No fields
Of knowledge
They were
An uneducated
And simple
Minded people
Wholly ignorant
Thank God
Many came out
Of the darkness
And into
The Light
Of Christ
After many
Decades
Africa
Now boasts
Over 734
Million
Christians
The seeds
Of faith
Planted by
The faithful
Missionaries
Grew into
Mighty trees

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025

Today, I feel insane
I have a defective brain

I have racing thoughts
My mind is out of sorts

Spirits I hear
They cause me to fear

Demons come into my room
I have a foreboding sense of doom

I feel like a sloth
I watch a lone moth

I have many a dissociative event
My sanity is spent

Hallucinations, I have galore
They are hard to ignore

I deal with many a delusion
It causes me confusion

I take my medication
It doesn’t cause elation

I will suffer all my life
Mental illness causes much strife

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025