Category: poetry
Will I See Your Love Today?
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.
Kites
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.
Morning Prayer
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. .
Lost and Found
One tiny face forgotten among billions swarming the earth, yet known beyond the stars. ••• One tiny voice lost in the chaos of laughter and talk, yet cherished in heaven’s halls. ••• One tiny heart, crushed by the pain of d i f f e r e n t n e s s, yet fashioned … Continue reading Lost and Found
Foreshadowing
We laid the past to rest, down in the dirt, buried deep, thinking—hoping—it was the end. But then the flowers grew— memories in bloom across the grass— a portrait of life with not a hint of loss. Spring casts these foreshadows— the curse lifted, the tears gone, the work of God’s fingers making all things … Continue reading Foreshadowing
Daylight Thievery
I awoke to find the morning taken, plunged back into winter, so close to spring; the full moon perching on the sky, veiled in clouds, lofty and aloof. I had to leave home, alone and cold, headlights clearing just enough space to pass—on time—through the darkness. Who stole my sunshine and gave it to the … Continue reading Daylight Thievery
Birds
Sometimes birds spread their wings and fly far, far away— beyond the mountains, across the seas, searching the ends of the sky on the back of a wandering breeze. ••• But sometimes they stay, and that is when we hear them sing.
Winters
How dreary! Winters in the South— grey trees against the mournful sky— weeping, sulking, drudging in the cold. ••• Make my heart like winters of the West— unending sky that gives and gives the snow— swirling, glittering, hopeful in the cold.
On the Dark Days
Another dark day— the sky, a low, furrowed ceiling; the skeleton branches, dripping tears, and all the world, gray. ••• What have I done? Drained the azure from the sky? Stripped the trees of green? Forever blotted out the sun? ••• What a dismal, wretched place! And yet I sense You here— moving closer through … Continue reading On the Dark Days
Gratefully His 