Gethsemanean Dirt

Whatever it had once been, it was now merely dirt— one small sampling of decayed life, groaning after glory— and not the marble men require for the tread of kings. It lay where it fell, gave its last strength to the olive, took the weight and kicks of common feet. And when the Lord came— […]

It Could Have Been Sold

Ruined alabaster and a year’s worth of labor dripping off Jesus‘ feet— wasted— and all while people starve to death! So the loveless look on love and see but fault. But Love knows love— hears the echos of Himself in shattering stone, feels His own heartbeat in oil running down: it is a gift, and […]

Expectation

The fall of the leaves never is the end, whatever sorrow mingles with the wind like tears, however the touch of winter’s icy fingers shock and still with the chill of death that lingers on like years. For vows inscribed on circuits of the earth cannot be broken on their way through dearth and drear. […]

When Love Meets Cold

When Love meets cold, it does not roll itself in brash, grey wool to cry; it gathers like the sky, folds itself around our dust, and falls— a hundred—thousand—million—times— in feathery diamonds all around us, making shining glory of the weathered ground.

Lazy Snowflakes

Not in a hurry, the flurries tumble, wind-borne, up and down and ‘round.

Useless

I give them my word and then it breaks— splintered letters I cannot hold together in the weakness of my hands. I try to splint them back, force the word to work—cracks and all, but I have faded from rock to wood to settled ash. The promises of yesterday, I can no longer lift, and […]

To the Shepherds

To the shepherds whose hearts bore some small, fragmented reflection of His own, He came— the good Shepherd, small and swaddled, given in a place where they would be welcome.

Praying for Rain

If I am a blade of grass, the world serves me drought, the feet tread—heedless—on my head, and I am brown, cracked, and bent. Wave in the wind, they say, and shine in the sun, Emerald. Sport the frost or all is lost to the grey, the ice, the end. But I am only a […]

Sound the Trumpet

The path leads through the battlefield. Oh wounded one with fallen shield, where has your vigor gone? The enemy rages wild and fierce, spewing arrows aimed to pierce and drain you, still as stone. And though your duty is the sword against the overwhelming horde, you need not fight alone. Take up the trumpet; sound […]

Head On

It was a pleasant day before the wind riled the water to pummeling waves and threats of drowning. The shore seemed too far, the paddles too heavy, the waves too high to best. Too late to hide and too dangerous to veer, we left our fears to wailing and clinging about our legs while we […]

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Poetry