Jerusalem, rejoice! Shout the praises of your God for He has heard your voice. He has seen your crying in the night. At last, your King has come! We have waited for you, LORD, We have watched for generations, bound by the hands of pagans, crushed beneath the feet of our enemies. And now our … Continue reading Arrival of the King
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. .
Little hopes grow like weeds— looking pretty in the grass. Must we weed them out? Pull them up today, and they’ll be back tomorrow, anyway, whimsical as ever. Of course, they may die some time, but so will the flowers. I’ve a mind to let them stay— a yard full of color in a dull … Continue reading Little Hopes
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 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.
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.
Gratefully His 