Category: Poetry
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Look Up
All day long I looked for You – around every turn and under every mask. Left wanting and feeling alone, yet somehow knowing the opposite, I was drawn to the purity and vulnerability of Your creation; and while admiring its beauty, instinct led my eyes up to where You stood before me, gazing down at…
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Flailing About
As present as I was yesterday – that’s how distracted I am today – my mind flailing about like that air-generated balloon out in front of the used car dealership, with frantically waving arms and squiggly hair. I wonder if that disappoints You or if the fact that I still try even while flailing about…
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Knowing
All the answers to all the questions I have ever asked or thought or pondered during all the days and all the nights before this very morning were weaved within the gloriously rhythmic chirping of the early autumn cricket concert outside my window. Basking in their song my heart swelled in knowing everything and knowing…
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Rule #2*
I am worthy of caring for myself first – remember that all throughout this day – for it is the un-cared-for me who thrashes the un-cared-for you *with thanks to Jordan B. Peterson, author of 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos
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The Lure
For so long the worship of your opinion enslaved me. It made me buy things I could not afford use manipulation as my sword led me to harmful places blocking paths to peaceful spaces made maudlin my heart and kept my soul and truth apart. Now, as it tries to pull me back in with…
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My Peace I Give You
Air heavy-laden with late summer, crickets singing songs of calm, all around lush with the green of abundance. The remnants of muck from a day of meetings and computers and endlessly spinning wheels fall off of me with each step into this kingdom. And when I stop to admire a bushel of wild flowers I…
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While Doing My Part
How exciting it is – especially with the weakened sight of age – when the thread finally enters the eye of the needle! Alas, all too often, the shakiness of a weary hand or the interruption of one disinterested in sewing denies the thread its victory with sudden movement or a nudge almost too subtle…
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Psalm of Lament
I am tired and my heart is heavy. My ears suffer under the blaring trumpets of conflicting voices; my eyes blur with tears as my words and actions are misunderstood. And when I try to explain no one can hear as those same trumpets drown out the truth for us all. Can You hear me,…
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Modern-Day Stocks
The modern-day stocks in which I find myself are much more subtle and disturbing to me than being publicly flogged and humiliated. These stocks shame me silently, in the look you give when I question the “experts” or the way you walk away, shaking your head when I tell you I trust God more than…
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Keeping On*
The road ahead is dark impossible to see – why do I keep walking? There is no sound to warn of danger up ahead – from where does my courage come? The empty promises of my fellow travelers provide no comfort – how is it that there is peace in my heart? What a mystery…