Once upon a time, a hero in his storybook, climbing up a castle wall with a wild and burly look, named himself the author of his fate. Once upon a wall, the paint upon the canvas, frozen in a summer sunset, admired, as tree and grass, the perfect picture he had made. Once upon a … Continue reading Tales of Arrogance
Oh Lord, I am afraid of the eyes— all of the eyes— the dark, dark eyes that find me. They bind me at a look— a single look— a long, attentive look— and, Oh, LORD, I am afraid. One glance my way, and I fall— I trip and fall— I whither like a leaf and … Continue reading Prayer of the Timid
We are fragile like the flowers, our hours sown with grief. Is it life—or a thief—that makes us and takes us, petal by petal to the wind? Ever closer to the end of all that ever almost was. We fade because of our inheritance— our parents left us death, and every breath, cut off from … Continue reading Life through Death
For my friend, Frances, on her first birthday with Jesus Left alone with your memory— the fading image, the distant voice are not the wounds I thought they’d be for we are not so very far apart— Heaven has you, and I have Heaven in my heart.
All my days bear Your footprints. You have gone before me faithfully. Before I knew Your name, You gave me a heart, and You have kept it beating faithfully. You did not let me live 5 years without the miracle of Your life joined to mine faithfully. My sin ran deep; Your love ran deeper. … Continue reading Faithfully
What if I told you about a country that executed thousands of its citizens every day? What if none of those citizens had committed a single crime? What if the facts didn’t matter because they had no rights to a trial? What if I told you that those citizens were the poorest, the weakest, the … Continue reading Choices
I was the girl in black, withering all away, the dreamer on the rack, beaten down with gray, the days were years, the years were centuries waiting for this day. All the yesterdays— those pale and hollow caves— all the tossing, turning ways of lying in the graves— the thirsts were flames, the flames were … Continue reading Alive
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
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, 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. .
Gratefully His 