Category Poetry

The Green Grass Right Here

I saw the grass on the other side, Wondering why my seed had died, Barren over and over again, Something was wrong with the land I was in. They said it took just a mustard seed, But all I saw…

Manger Reflections

Straw We who were Barren, Came upon this Babe –  In a time when we thought,  The seed had died, the last word had been said. Twas strange, the way A perfect God,  Could take on human flesh, and be…

Simeon

There was a man from long ago, Who dreamed a dream gone by – Watching, waiting, for the One – He’d see before He died.   Simeon, they called him, Righteous, devout and old – Weathered by his waiting, Of…

Rising Strong

Rising strong,  He holds me still – Like the sand, The Ocean fills. I’ve swum to shore, I’ve drifted to sea – And all the while, He has asked me to Be. Still in His Love, Still in His Strength…

Fear

The shadows of my fear, Creep under the door – I’ve felt them for so long, Like cracks across the floor. Phantoms of the night, Companions of the day, Sometimes I push back, Sometimes I give way. It dances round…

Not in Vain

My title is not single, My status is Redeemed. Once bound to expectation, I walk forward, Free. Free to journey forward, With open hands, I go. Wherever He will call me, The road, He’s already known. Life so vastly different,…

Jacob

I saw him walking, Down the road, light shone ’round him, Like an Angel’s glow. The dawn had broken, Night was gone – And Jacob, my Brother, Was limping along. This man, had taken, A blessing, you see, Blind to…

Let Down Your Anchor

Let down your anchor, Wayfaring soul, Rest your Trust, and be Still; For with the Winds, We give way, To currents of our own will. On great waters, Or close to shore, Our souls grow weathered like a sail; We…

Fully Known

I don’t know why I’m single, like I don’t know why I’m saved; Grace lives in the desert, And Grace pours down like rain. It’s not that I’m not Found, It’s that I’m fully Known; And mysteries in the dark?…

Changed

one day soon, i will go, back to what was so well known. but this place, once quite strange, feels oddly more like home. in this time, i have changed; and more than I can say. it simply happened over…

beneath my feet

Their lives are broken, As cracked as the red, dry dirt, Beneath my feet, under my toes. I smell the angst of poverty. I sniff the dung of the cows, I climb the hills of weighted burdens. Every crack; like…

His Footprints Are Unseen

Psalm 77:19 “Your way was through the sea, your path through the great waters; yet your footprints were unseen.” [ On the Coast of Morocco ] All the dreams kept close to heart, All the hopes therein, I lay them…