I am Praying for You, A Poem

She lifts her head Then bows it instead   Her heart sings Glory, glory to my Beloved King   Her lips tremble In her hope she resembles   Christ, the Morningstar Our Risen Messiah   Lord,  she whispers, Bless my brothers. Bless my sisters.   Lord, her voice rises, Keep them from the evil one … Continue reading I am Praying for You, A Poem

Holy

Such a drastic contrast Between Holy and sin The battle rages within Flesh meshes with lies Purity and truth stand by Waiting, calling Never late or stalling Holy is His whisper A glimmer Of His glory A lightening flash For those who see are changed in its path Holy is Scripture Operating on wounds needing … Continue reading Holy

The Deep

When even the tallest trees Are moved by His breath-filled wind When tiny amoeba Are fed and cared for When we lay our hearts Upon His altar When tears are food When steel bars have trapped our bad mood When we lie prostrate Surrendering our way Deep calls to deep Heavens mercy Rises in a … Continue reading The Deep

What Can We Learn from His Birds?

When His sun rises open wide your eyes see JOY in bird flit and flight When morning comes unblock your ears listen to HOPE in their song   When day has broken BE STILL Know, like them He is good His birds see Light fly freely … explore live their lives more When clouds cover … Continue reading What Can We Learn from His Birds?

She is Becoming

As she unsticks her wings she knows not all she's got confined, contained safe, though tainted her past lingers in her mind her limbs, legs and tiny toes freely climbing bark walking anywhere she wanted in the park could she? perhaps the defining question is ... will she? wriggling her head through fresh air touches … Continue reading She is Becoming

His Handiwork

He who paints these flower petals is my God who designed my eyes, hazel-ish green and yellow around the pupil, though hard to be seen I know it's there Evidence my Father in heaven cares He who lushes lilacs with aroma is my God who embedded in my being pheromones, my own unique body odor … Continue reading His Handiwork

Little Moses

Oh the woe Of his Hebrew mama A slave more restrictions than ever she could imagine her new baby beauty engraved in his eyes staring into her thirsting for the milk only she could provide But oh she cannot get attached She will have to release him heart-named her son yet to protect him she … Continue reading Little Moses