Category: Poetry
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When Praise Happens
A complaint turns into a tirade and those nearby are forced to sit in the muck with me as I go on and on and on about the unbelievable nature of humanity… …until… …the startling-deep-soft crimson of autumn’s mighty oak lures my eyes from the noise and all of me, including the lash of my…
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Redeemed*
When loneliness washed over me like the muddied waters of an infected stream, I was tempted to wallow there unredeemed. But then, I walked with You in the glory of Your Word – the brightest colors before me, all this fallen world a blur, and I remembered I am redeemed for I am Yours –…
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I Am Yours*
Your presence is always with me, dear Lord, I know. Heighten my awareness with each bump on today’s road – give me strength to follow wherever You go – place memory of Your goodness all throughout my soul. For You have been with me on every narrow path, through the roughest of tides, in the…
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Two Haiku
Jolt my soul anew Drop my mind into my heart Make me whole in You. May it be this day That the only thing I want Is God’s will in play.
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Only One Answer
Be cleansed… Be healed… Rise up and walk… The words of my Lord dangle uselessly over the pile of ashes once my friend… Why not here? Why not now? I would have pounded through the roof of a stranger’s house for him… Why not here? Why not now? I know what my friend would say:…
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A New Yearning
So much has already been written and said and sung and acted out – what words remain but my own? Yet there is no longer a need to tell it all to you – mysteriously – now the desire to be known has shifted to a yearning to know. To see you embrace you to…
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In the Ring
Why do we wrestle with God? Her question hung around my heart long after it was presented, discussed, and discarded for a less invasive topic. Why do we wrestle with God? Yesterday’s me would point to ego and vanity and pride; but today’s me simply knows: we wrestle with God when there’s nowhere left to…
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The Greatest Response
When all is blackened out relinquished of air for lungs and bread for bellies; when despair reigns its darkened clouds and lonely corners stealing hope and light and love; when apathy sits like an elephant on the chest of a mouse, and nothing can be seen or heard or touched or spoken, and death looms…
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Revelation of the Mystery*
The incessant need to know – know all the answers, know what they think of me, know what I’ll be, know all I cannot see – that incessant need gnawing incessantly at the corners of my mind, is silenced each time I gaze into the depths of His eyes – there where there is nothing…
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I Need a Year of the Lord’s Favor*
I thought I knew the path to choose, the road to walk the words to talk. I thought it was Yours a gift from above, I thought it was pure the way to show love. Yet, here I still am in the desert, I thirst and here I must die for my ego to burst.…