Don’t Carry Guilt, Repent

Anxiety climbing Crazy timing Shaken, am I blind? Spinning so fast My legs bend, keys crash I grasp for the Anchor Have I come to the end? Not sure where I began At once, my heart vault cracks open Pain pours over His holy feet To my knees In silence I offer repentance Without one … Continue reading Don’t Carry Guilt, Repent

Rising from the Deep

A whirlwind a tailspin of trusting Him Labels Memories Black marks Insecurities Tools of the thief Tearing me away From the One who gave us the light of day This ‘what am I’ Over and over I thought I knew But then the wind blew I used to discern After the veil was torn Now … Continue reading Rising from the Deep

Humbled at His Feet

I have not perfected the art Of balancing the start Of God's gathering A ministry Tapping into far and wide Sometimes hearts collide At home and abroad If it is a track of striving, a kingdom workers facade Too many things on the list to do Wasn't Martha right and true? To whom, true to … Continue reading Humbled at His Feet

An Angel in Autumn

The warm breeze Weaved through the trees Lowering her head, she succumbed To the arrival of Autumn In all its celebration of harvest with feast She tried but cannot shake the relentless beast, The one who knows Her fears and woes And preys upon her being alone Coveting families in their joyful throes Tendrils reaching … Continue reading An Angel in Autumn

He is Patient Hope

That hope in front of me Feels out of reach On days When ideas Swarm like bees Darting Buzzing Seeking sweet But the meat Is spoiled Foil wont trap the stench The mention Of eternity Is slippery Out of grip Listen! trips and falls Choices for all Do we crawl to stand Or band against? … Continue reading He is Patient Hope

Jesus, Pull Me from My Past

Happened again She fell asleep on the couch by 10 Awake to return To her bed Only to burn The early morning oil The kind that draws the bats Happily flapping Their way In the night bay The place they call home Where little distractions roam The moon shares its glow Whispering dream-dripped secrets to … Continue reading Jesus, Pull Me from My Past