All words dress their tiny lines and curves in black, looking much the same. They blur together— grey streets across a page, taking us to bigger places. So why do some words— made of letters like the rest— stop my eyes, catch my heart, and drain me as if they bear the beauty of a … Continue reading Those Words
Category: poetry
Victorious
When God goes forth to war the mountains shake (ant hills to the great I AM) the bulwarks break (sticks before the battering ram) and justice hunts His foes as in days of yore. He breathes a word; the hosts of men (standing brazen in their glory) fall like paper to the wind, (trampled in … Continue reading Victorious
Banish Doubt
Banish, oh my soul, the doubt— the dizzy head, the shaky feet, the tip-toe-hesitate-back-step fear of falling. Steadiness comes— not in your ability to follow— but in His ability to lead. .
The Lost Art of Grace
The space to be human shrinks— they spin and spin their threads of rule, stitching us into straight jackets, and if we move— even slightly— against superior judgment, the fury of the world falls— lightning and thunder, dogs barking at trespassers, madwomen screaming for heads on silver platters; they are human too but cannot believe … Continue reading The Lost Art of Grace
Some Gave All
At the rodeo the wild cheers still to a hush the sun slips away leaving a blush sky at rest above the mountains the song begins the people stand a cowboy leads a riderless horse and the flag waves in the wind. .
The King’s Heart
The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord and so is mine. It turns like rivers upon a word of His design. Though channeled dam-ward from the start, I will not fear. He can turn the trickle of my heart anywhere— but only if He wants. .
Mr. Robin
Mr. Robin— the gentleman in my yard— shirt of rust, tux of grey— standing still— thoughtful, grave— bowing politely before the feast.
Choosing Death
You were just a boy when you came to us— a gentle soul— an artist— with a big smile. We gave you food and water and let you feast your eyes on blue skies, stone mountains, flowered meadows. We led you to the gates of life, unlocked them, pushed them back on creaking hinges, just … Continue reading Choosing Death
Blindfold Me
When I pray, blindfold me— shut the windows, cover my ears, and numb me— because awareness of burdens still unchanged unnerves me— I don’t have the heart to pray if prayer means nothing. But You are invisible. And, more often than not, Your works are invisible too. So black out my perceptions that I may … Continue reading Blindfold Me
True Love
We come to Him in terms of eloquence. Pledged in poetry to build cathedrals out of words for housing adoration. And if we can, we should— words have their place in love. Jesus loved in words— but sealed that love with silence, nails, and blood. We can transliterate ourselves, rising on the wings of words, … Continue reading True Love