The Thin Blue Line

The thin blue line Amassed over time Those who get up every morning and dress in blue Those who walked the line for me and for you Gone, shot, killed, set on fire Or took their own death while trapped in mire The job is an uphill climb every day Standing firm in justice facing … Continue reading The Thin Blue Line

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

His Expanse

expanse his sky's winter dance a canvas of white purity in flight a call to surrender all He paints hope for those on a precipice, those feet sliding down an icy slope His powerful light speaks life to every soul in fright, in strife, in pain cut with satan's knife just a glimmer extinguishes death's … Continue reading His Expanse

Show Us Your Glory

Be still before the Lord, all mankind, because He has roused Himself from His holy dwelling (Zechariah 2:13). Glory, Lord show us your glory I saw it in my sister's face As she asked the woman her stranded story Compassion I saw it in the gathering of ducks across his sky Spreading their freedom wings … Continue reading Show Us Your Glory

Post Snow

A graveyard of sticks after the snow Some walks unshoveled leaving question of where to go Frigid lines, icy and stiff Pine needles … cold but close enough to sniff Winter decreases motivation The loss of color, an abomination Yet there is bright Snow-capped lantern day or night Ahh yes, we are not alone Though … Continue reading Post Snow

Morning Glory

The hint of pink teases those in wait for His glorious day to undress the night leaves thick with ice branches stiff just as our knees crick Pink, His hope-color delivers His promise of valor New … not sudden or flashy Rather, truth living in you and me Passion, bravery Glory to glory Morning to morning … Continue reading Morning Glory

The Secret Sacred

Rain drops plopped on my hood My thoughts wandered and grazed with a yearning to be understood The vast street-puddle Caught fast-moving tires … splashed over me There seems no end to busy Even amidst the gray dampness … a frenzy I return to my mind Where there is no clock, no sense of time … Continue reading The Secret Sacred