Rain Crickets

The rain laughs and plays like crickets jumping puddles, happy in the storm.

The Fog and the Frost

The fog and the frost, the moonlight at morning— read the signs in the exile’s adorning— all is not lost.

Living Water

The land is cursed— this desiccated earth stripped of life and cracking— the sun, a fire from the sky the seas and rivers, all run dry. I can feel the lacking in the cup You drank of dearth. And yet I do not thirst.

Yahweh Saves

Long ago, the promise came to a man and woman wrung from their first grasp of evil. Justice, yes, but mercy’s flame flickered brightest in the words the Wronged Sovereign gave. He Himself would take our frame— the Maker knit together in a virgin’s womb. Angels at His birth proclaimed hope for all the earth […]

The God of Elizabeth

While at His greatest work, His mercy stitching ancient words into reality, preparing the way age by age for the sunrise from on high, the salvation of His people, the hope of mankind— the LORD also lifted the life-grief of one barren woman whom He loved.

A Rainy December Evening

Cozy— the world tucked in under blue-grey wool. Shiny— the street light swimming in puddles. Charming— all the little footsteps of the rain wandering east.

Giving Thanks for the Wind

Oh Lord, I thank you for the wild winds that seem to speak the language of my heart— my native tongue before the English words were pinned to almost everything. They speak— the gusts—the bursts of joy—in every rush. They tell the lifeless leaves to dance the streets, and so they do! They speak of […]

Pseudo-strength

You hang on, feet trampled, fingers cramped, gripping life. You wring your insides for every last bit of will. You hold yourself at gunpoint to perfection. You reconstruct your face until it smiles. You castigate the pain with one-verse theology. You lock up grief in reasons that don’t fit. You plaster murder words you don’t […]

He Built His Church

He built His church upon the earth where fires kill and demons rage. He tried His words and proved their worth in humble men of every age. He spread His kingdom everywhere though kings of men forbade Him come. He crushed the serpent and his snares and brought His outcast servants home. He gave Himself […]

Sinai

They misread the signs— the silence of forty days’ time— the loss of the man, destitution. _ Blindfolds and unmoving feet stoke madness. _ They put their gold to the awkward gape and made a calf— This is your god, O Israel. _ And where was Yahweh all the time? Not far— the Creator of […]

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