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

When

When I open my eyes for the day and thick air dense with moisture lays, I wonder if it isn't Holy Spirit pressing in until someone obeys. When I hear siren upon siren, sense the whoosh of air as they scream down streets in a frantic race of time, I wonder if Jesus Himself awaits … Continue reading When

Healing

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

Autumn’s Song

An Autumnal hymn Suspends A morning chill Not frigid Invigorates At the earlier break Of dawn Mother deer Lead their fawn To the berries at forest's edge Squirrels stuff their cheeks As they reach for more Tentative Yet An ever slight increase Seasonal momentum Leaves fallen So brittle Disintegrate Beneath your feet The night today … Continue reading Autumn’s Song

Reap What You Sow

From bare to berries Is that like going from peace to worries Or From darkness to light? Perspectives, there's always more than one When you're unsure Of which way to go Seek His truth, His wisdom here below When anyone or anything bears fruit Means you and I are staring into the work Of the … Continue reading Reap What You Sow

Help in the Shadows

Shadows loom Infringe upon peace fear Creeping Forward As if with a sword Then His light appears More brightly against the darkened tears Radiating goodness In the midst of sadness The shadow of His wings Is refuge, a place to cling Protection From any and every direction He has come to shield and prepare You … Continue reading Help in the Shadows

Love Observed

Cars whizz by On the fly To where? Is their home here? What's the rush? Says the drying rose bush Squirrels, though, they understand The clawing of hands For acorns If their mouths are empty, it might as well be thorns Often I see An elderly lady Stepping intently Holding the leash gently If she … Continue reading Love Observed