Can you see yourself at the well? Out in plain sight at high noon Hurrying the task as someone may come soon Your life at home a shambles A man who rambles Expects you to cook and have sex But has no plans to marry you next A life of shame, the yoke around your … Continue reading Can You See Yourself at the Well?
The wind bit my nose I tightened my scarf, you know how this goes False protection against winter's abode A truck parked smack in the middle of the road Leaving us with no where to go Whirred, spurred, droned on A noise not a sound Repelling not drawing round Dissonance Reminiscent of sin Where faith … Continue reading When God is Distant, You Call
On her Mississippi farm Beneath heavy, pretty blankets My soul is warm Soft lights on the table-top tree Wood repurposed Old things breathe Her animals follow And heed her voice She knows their patterns Supports their choices An angelic Granny presence A peace-full luminescence An invitation in every room … to let go, love well, … Continue reading To Honor
There's so much more to see Beyond the miracle of Christmas morning You know that baby, named Jesus? He grew to be a man and walked among us We celebrate His birthday Because He is the only Way To reach God, Our Father Truth not hidden ... rather Plain … there in the manger Our … Continue reading Forever is a Gift
Lonely is a feeling not a fact Only Jesus knows when He's coming back So until then ... May my life story be written by His pen Alone in an aging body Abiding in His Spirit of holy Waiting and working within my heart, yearning to be ever more like Him to please Him to … Continue reading For The Lonely
Oh, joy! We are free! The babe in cloth grew to age 33 Then died for you and for me Amazing power lives at the Cross, His chosen tree As He rose again, His promise befell on thee: You are new, free to be Living without any chains of slavery ~~~ It is for freedom … Continue reading God’s Gift of Free
Freshly fallen Like a wound wide open Vibrant color As the blood runs When the wind stings Hymns of self-pity His voice whispers, Come, tarry Don't wait, make haste For the color in your face Has drained This pains your ABBA Father Time passes Prayers in masses Gashes scab over Fray at the edges Pain … Continue reading Healing