Category: Poetry
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Not On My Own
What do I know that makes me so bold to judge? Oh, that my eyes may be struck blind, my ears slammed shut, my tongue silenced! For I am not able of my own power to cease from seeing the failings of others, hearing their indiscretions, and hastily telling the world of its iniquities. Only…
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Ode to Crisp Fresh Air, the Moon, and Slippers
Last night just before dusk became darkness I walked – out beyond the world of my neighborhood – the air so crisp and clean biting at my cheeks until the staleness of ten hours in a windowless office was devoured. Ah, I sighed, Ah. Then as the perfectly round glob of the full moon began…
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A New Language
I want to invent a new word for patience. It has such a sour taste when I say it, a crashing sound when I hear it, and it carries such a heavy load when I know I need it. I think I shall just stop using it – this patience thing – that is, oh,…
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With Thanks for Psalm 119:10 and Peter’s Walk on the Water*
After the fall, there is the rescue and the relief and the peace that come from salvation – and that is glorious – oh so glorious – right up to the moment when distraction appears in the form of a tidal wave or even a tiny weed in the freshly tilled garden. The gloriousness balloon…
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The Wall
Bricks – so many – held firmly in place – by layers and layers of cold dry cement. However did I find the time the energy the strength to construct such a monstrous barrier? I suppose I cannot take all the credit. Satan knows all the best contractors.
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The Refuge
The refuge is the same – this space this bedroom and kitchen this bath and all the chairs – this place where my mother retreated after a lifetime of hurt and disappointment and fear, and lived out the days she had hoped to live in blessed union on her own, alone, and lonely. Why? I…
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Just Because It Is You*
I fished for days and months and years in deep waters in shallow waters at night in the morning and when the sun hung high. I fished in the rain and when the seas fought back crashing into my boat filling it with the heaviness of salt and grime and discarded trash topping it all…
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The Mirror
I have wiped clean the mirror of my soul. It is sparkling with diamonds of clarity, insight, and Love. All I need to do now is stop diverting my eyes from the Truth in my reflection.
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Forgive Me, God
Forgive me, God, for my distraction in prayer – and even as I write these words! Forgive me, God, for allowing the world to enter into our time together and keep me from communion with You. Forgive me, God, for writing these words to alleviate my guilt and move on with my day. Forgive me,…