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
Category: Purpose
A Poem of Palm Sunday
Joy rising Echoes of every-day life Gathering Clamoring To see Our coming King Oh praise Him! But wait do you see Him On a donkey? Do we still believe? Shouldn't He be Clothed in majesty Crowned with gold Accompanied by servants of old? Our King should be noble Full of wisdom and knowing And we … Continue reading A Poem of Palm Sunday
Just to be in His Presence
Within four silent walls Dull ache Magnifies the sultry call Self-pity Lonley A tearful litany The naggy But so fleshfully satisfying Why me? Lord, what did I do Wrong? How did I hurt You? Shhhh Silence speaks Shhhh His still small voice comes in subtle power, never meek There in the hot … Continue reading Just to be in His Presence
A Warrior-Daughter
When heavy becomes light When you find yourself soaring with eagles in flight When your tension leaves When your soul receives the blessing of reprieve Sometimes it is simply given Like a baked pie from the oven You choose to partake Or wait Then other times His peace Requires releasing the stuck piece Handing over … Continue reading A Warrior-Daughter
We are Woven
A warm breeze Fragrant air Gently moving my hair Tall tulips speak in bold pink An old tree looms over head Cracks in his bark Legacy unsaid A bunny nose twitches to and fro Spying movement from the side They don't see well what's right in front. They learn because they tried. God prepares the … Continue reading We are Woven
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
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
Holy Fire
Behold our Holy blacksmith Fanning anointed coals Spirit-flames flooding souls Set a fire in every man, woman and child Marked, chosen Purposefully broken In His furnace ... only gold Refined to the wisdom of prophets' old Forging strength like Christ, bold Bold in truth and depth Depth of hearts willing to stretch Touch another wretch … Continue reading Holy Fire
Where Did You Come From?
Colored pencil Snoopy's Illustrations for the imaginative stories Compiled over and over again Told someone I wanted to be an author at no more than ten Not sure what happened Hope deadened My identity Lacked dignity Educated and married A mother and worried About all things Until one day His angels sang A trumpet sound … Continue reading Where Did You Come From?
When You Can’t See Clearly
When what you see Is speckled over Dotted with Interruption Irritation Litigation Glossed with Shame Guilt A lack of motivation Close your eyes Sense His light Growing Ever brighter in the dark Where the bark bites And fear fights His light Warms from the inside Heals the wounded What-about-me pride Shines for all Each one … Continue reading When You Can’t See Clearly
Faith Hope and Poetry 