Category: Poetry
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An Invitation
Outside is good. Sure, it can be scary and relentless sometimes, like a dark winter’s night – bitterly cold, or a shadeless desert walk – beastly hot; but for the most part, outside is good. It is time, dear friends, to get to know outside again. Put down your phones and come out from behind…
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Connected
Today, I welcome the suffering of this world – of those beaten and maimed and destroyed beneath the bombs and of those who live in the fear that insists on dropping those bombs. I lie hand in hand in the pit of death and I wrap all the love I have ever received around the…
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Upon Listening To My Soul*
Once, I told You: “I will take more time with You – I will make sure we talk regularly and sit together.” Then, not too long after that, I promised to drop my agenda for our relationship – vowing daily to let you into my heart however and whenever You wanted to be. Now that…
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The Rock
Alive in Your sight Redeemed by Your light My heart beats in kind Your love I now find In the eyes of all Crumbles my stone wall Rescued by Your weight Your body my gate I’m never alone Beside Your great throne
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The Blanket
When the morning is still dark and silent before the birds rise to get to work, Your presence blankets my room with a warmth elsewhere never felt. Perhaps that is why I have been waking before the alarm – I don’t want to miss It.
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From Where Does My Wisdom Come?
The call of the crimson cardinal perched high on the bare brown branches of a winterized tree… or the breath of a warm autumn breeze stirring up suddenly just to wash over me… or the sight of those deep summer blooms bursting about to spread the peaceful notes they sing… or the smell of the…
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May the Scales Fall
What have I become blinded to? The question presented within the writings of an amazing mind took my breath away. For, when was the last time I saw God in the pleading eyes of the vagrant on the street or heard His voice in the incessant ramblings of a colleague in need or trusted His…
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The Despondent Death of Our Gaze
Fascinated by the flicker the glow the way the color from blue to gold does flow – a child spends hours gazing into the light. So simple. So innocent. So pure. But since I’ve seen it before thousands of times and know it has not changed I extinguish the flame unconsciously each night so I…
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It’s A Nasty Monster
When the scales finally fall from my eyes and I see clearly my spiritual pride it is as if my skin would crawl right off my body if it could. There is nowhere to run then. There is nowhere to hide. I am just stuck with that nasty monster of spiritual pride. How ugly how…
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Slow and Continuous
The death of my selfishness has inspired a thought: How much better a place would this world be if we all simply let someone else go first? And then in that thought I see my selfishness resurrected as it wishes for an easier way. Hence, the title of this poem.