Words— strong words— calling worlds out of nothing. • Words— hopeful words— breathing light into darkness. • Words— skillful words— carving skies out of the water. • Words— artistic words— sketching land and all her foliage. • Words— adorning words— racing space-ward, hanging lanterns. • Words— accomplished words— birds in flight, and fish that swim. … Continue reading The Poetry of Beginning
The Name of the LORD towers above the world, an unbreakable fortress, the refuge of those who love Him. Run to Him, cherished children, and rest your hearts from every fear. Then let Doubt roar— let him shoot his flaming arrows; let him ride out against our God. So what if the earth trembles beneath … Continue reading Meditation on Proverbs 18:10
The distance between us is too much, if only 6 feet— close enough to speak, far enough to breathe— or choke on the pain of solitary confinement. Prison walls, at least, are kind, politely hiding what we may not have. But here the air is far too clear, showcasing glories I could not see before, … Continue reading Distanced
Idols crash, and darkness takes the lands. But birds sing; and still the oak tree stands. Nature does not fear— she is safe in gentle, sovereign hands.
I sailed the roads today. I charged, hood-first, into the grey and felt the waters part in snow-white spray. . I heard the raindrops play like songs of praise to God today and watched the troubled world melt away.
Why is there a galaxy between my heart and face? The former—oceans full of thoughts and dreams and feelings; the latter, a simple puddle on the ground? And why this prison wall of skin? Outside, people weave their souls together— a tapestry full of color, nearly by accident. Inside, I dwell alone. Why am I … Continue reading On Being Reserved
Oh Lord, will I see Your love today? ... Will you look? His love is written everywhere— not to feel about for—eyes shut tight— but to dare to look and read.
I am like a kite, Lord— small and flimsy, vulnerable to the wind. But if You hold me, not even a hurricane can blow me away. And when You hold me down, I can finally fly.
You are the Head. Let me be the heart— the hidden part that gives life with every move, beating, steady, till Your will is done. .
