Category: Poetry
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Contemplation*
Let go Let go Let go Let go Let go Let go just let go *With thanks to the anonymous author of The Cloud of Unknowing
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Wake Up!*
“Dreams are safe…” she said “…in them no one tells me I can’t.” I let that idea sink into my soul, but only for a moment, then shook it off faster than a spider creeping up my arm. I would rather be beaten down a thousand times in a woken state, where I actually stand…
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The Encounter
Standing motionless in the tall grasses of summer, you stared into my soul with the eyes of Heaven – your gaze drew my attention away from the chaos of the day, and in that moment all the ugliness, deceit and hatred of this world melted away. I felt nothing, and I knew nothing beyond the…
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The Bad Neighborhood
Darkened corners marauders around every turn, odor of death hanging confidently like rain-filled clouds about to burst, and the noise – so loud and unruly stirring memory only of a drunken crowd well after the midnight hour. The description so fitting of a place to avoid vehemently – especially when and always when alone and…
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A Psalm of the 21st Century
My dear God, what is Truth? For two thousand years I have yearned to know. I have longed for Your Light to shine its brightness onto this world – yet it is still so dark, so very dark. My heart knows You are there – somehow it has always known, but my eyes struggle to…
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Asking
In prayer every day or now and then – in conversation every one in everything I say in how my responses come – in the silence that holds me like a prisoner in my own mind – in doing and doing and doing – I am asking for answers I’ll never find.
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Take It!
Dear God: Please remove my doubt. That which stands between me and You – that which blocks the dreams You have given me to dream from coming true. Please remove the lie that deludes me into believing my unworthiness, my wretchedness, my pridefulness – all these things making up my doubt serving only to shut…
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In Memory of Lincoln
It’s silly that I’m missing you, isn’t it? You were just a cat – and an ornery one at that. You wouldn’t let me give you hugs and shied away from any love. But still, I’m looking around every door expecting to find your coat of black fur hoping to see your many faces relaxing…
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No Matter
Warped is my mind – even having gained degrees and honors – warped it is. No matter – my heart met up with God long before my brain took shape.
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Freedom of Now
What day is this? What hour? Moment? When the greatest of all freedom washes clean my soul – Your Love remains a mystery breaks the chains of history births anew the whole of me – it is the first day the brightest hour now.