It is the smell of leaves and the sound of crickets and the brush of wind. . It is the sunshine, tilted like a ramp into the sky. . It is the clear, crisp edges of the world washed clean with the rain. . It is the stillness under drifting leaves calling us to rest.
Read more "September"Weep with me, September. The embers of these days burn with wakened grief— the thief came to kill, and all will not be well for a while yet. Where leaves and tears and people fell, we knelt, gaping, trembling, broken on these tokens of evil— my will and mind, lisping, your crisp, clean blue, the […]
Read more "Weep with Me, September"We stumble, bleeding from our wounds, weak from loss. We carry damaged hearts—throbbing arrhythmias—pain, pain, and numbness, pain, numbness, numbness, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain… We run, racing our overprotective minds to safety—to darkness. We hide, we shield, we bandage, but the wounds are infected. We cannot heal ourselves. Oh Jesus, Lord of all, who […]
Read more "With His Wounds We Are Healed"Yes, He knew grief—knew him like an old enemy. From the first betrayal—all His care and attention pitched for a bite of fruit—through the latest— a kiss on the cheek, an 11-man flight, a swear word on the lips of his side-kick—His heart bled. He knew the whiplash of loss; He had stared into the […]
Read more "Well Acquainted with Grief"Give us a king like Saul—handsome and tall— to ride out before us, a king like David—charming and skilled— to conquer our enemies, a king like Solomon—winsome and shrewd— to build our wealth, we prayed. But God gave us another man with a beard who would have been lost in the crowd if He had […]
Read more "Better"Come, O gentle Light of dawn, and rest your hand upon my weary head. Come, sense the sickness in my soul and dress and tend the whole where I have bled. Spread your warmth upon my cold for You alone can mold and wake the dead. Come, and dawn from glow to blaze, and speak […]
Read more "Come, O Gentle Light of Dawn"Why does the world spin away? Each clock beats out a broken tune, hands hold on to nothing, minutes splinter in the sight of daisies— there are no hours long enough for me; I was made for You, O God from everlasting.
Read more "For the Everlasting One"Why do you shiver— in cold and in rain? And why do you quiver, small strength, under pain? Why do you wander, bare-souled, through the lies? And why do you saunter where dark arrows fly? Why do you shudder at voices behind? And why do you mutter alone in your mind? Give heed to the […]
Read more "Under His Wings"It was a soggy, foggy day, but the raindrops were in play. They lent their laughter to the gray and dropped like silver on their way. They turned the dirt to chocolate milk; the road beneath them shined like silk. They stayed awhile and sang to me as they journeyed home to sea.
Read more "Happy Little Raindrops"The daylight slipped away and stripped the flame from my last candle, but one by one the stars began to bloom in gloomy fields of sky, and I, though planted in the dark, felt the spark—that old and trusty hook— when I looked up.
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