The Deep

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

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