Category: Poetry
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The Choice
Normally, it waits for me just around the corner. But this morning, self-pity knocked several times, loudly, on my front door. Rather than answering, I retreated to a quiet room upstairs and had a conversation with God.
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Thorns
Diligently, I waited and praised and trusted until the path seemed clear. The hope that settled in as the darkness lifted so I could see felt like wings elevating me to freedom. But when I took the first step, I pricked my finger on a thorn bush that had yet to be cleared. Oddly, it…
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Something I’ve Been Thinking About
What if everything He ever said about returning was symbolic – just like every other story He told? What if He actually meant He would come back for each and every one of us – but only when we became willing to die to who we think we are and finally live as He created…
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I Am Peter
I saw You there and desperately wanted to be near You. When I called out You heard and beckoned me to walk to You. So I did. Without any thought and seeing only You, I stepped out of the boat and walked toward You; hearing nothing but Your voice, encouraging me and wanting to be…
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Pray Anyway
When you’re tired and restless, pray anyway. When answers to life’s questions are hidden, pray anyway. When confusion frustrates your soul, pray anyway. When hopelessness settles in like an old friend, pray anyway. When you feel like there’s nothing you can offer, pray anyway. When God seems absent, or at least, silent, pray anyway. For,…
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The Harmony
I have never studied birds to understand the way they communicate. So, how is it that each morning it is their songs outside my window that quiet my mind calm my heart and restore my soul? Maybe it’s the same as those times when someone shares how much one of my poems helped them grow…
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Now*
The percolating phase is finished. The water is boiling. The seeds have burst through the soil and grown in to life-giving stalks. The child has been born, and the sun is peeking over the horizon. With a wink and a smile, the time has come. *Read John 4:23
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Giving
Once, a long time ago, a homeless man asked if I could spare some change. Nearly destitute in debt myself, I barked, “I’m sorry, I can’t”, and kept walking. Now, how I respond to that same request is quite different; but I hesitate to reveal it. You see, my left hand isn’t supposed to know…
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How Dare I?
If you had told me twenty years ago the desires of my heart today, I would have said: “You’re crazy! I’ll never be happy living that way!” Knowing that, how dare I shut my mind to possibilities beyond my own aspirations?
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Atmosphere of Love
The revenge of the truths revealed for all to see that I once spent so much time waiting for has evaporated into the atmosphere of Love surrounding me. Now, instead of spending all my time on the never-ending hamster wheel of brooding, I notice when squirrels chase each other around a tree and when a…