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

My Poet

Most people come in prose— masterpieces that the world could not do without. But when You wrote me, you wrote poetry— imaginative, concise, and rhyming You. And when I look around, I see glory where others see cliche— bits of poetry sprouting in the grass, jumping trees with squirrels, resting moon-like in the clouds. I … Continue reading My Poet

Drawing Hearts

I like drawing hearts— crude but satisfying reflections of the bubbling swirl of warmth and determined goodwill inside us when we love. But if I could draw hearts forever, sketching galaxy to galaxy across the universe, I could not capture, even in part, the breadth of Jesus’ love. ❤️ .

What Would Have Been

The clench of pain, the darkness pressing; the future robbed, all longing wasted; the music quenched, the pleasure hollow; the loves in vain, the friendships fading; all losses sealed, the grief unbroken; all hope unknown, all roads unsteady; a failing breath, and death forever— if Jesus had not risen. .

Broken

Why does it hurt so much— this life? Designed for glory, but ignoring the instructions of the Engineer, we feasted on forbidden fruit. ... Built for one thing, used for another— no wonder we are broken. .

The Poetry of Beginning

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