Idol Smasher

These sculptures of renown, bewitching works of art that catch the sun and shine— each one of them is mine. I cannot trust my heart to tear these idols down. But He who wields the Word has set His heart to war. He smashes myths I trust and beats the gods to dust until I […]

Asking Life

Lord of life, in your mercy grant that we who live in life that you alone provide would grasp with all how we should eat, and run, and play, and live; that in our life the beauty of Your created life might be more fully ours. That in our praying and our weeping and our […]

Genuine Beauty

It seems that beauty comes in jars we buy with time and money dealt again, again. We need those paints for canvases of skin as each new age-defying trick we try, enslaved to perfect images that lie. We redesign our destinies to win An immortality of form and then our strength still wanes and fails, […]

Fallen World

The earth was broken on the day when death first claimed her as his place, and all the beauty of earth’s face could never hide her heart’s decay– for we have known the cold embrace of death in graves that we call life. He leans in close to thrust his knife, reminding us that we […]

Snoozing

Time kept knocking, and I kept turning it away. And that is how I lost the day. –

Death Crippled

A crunch of fruit, and Death slipped his hands around God’s masterpiece and squeezed, pressing the life out nice and slow. Every child delivered, he caught by the throat. Some, he strangled straightaway. Others, he dragged gasping across the rugged terrain of years to the graveyard. No one escaped his grasp. Not even God. Death […]

See, the Lord of Glory Stands

Long the darkness of the skies stretched their lonely shadow. Long the night of shame and lies. Long the ache and sorrow. Soft a voice that speaks that name, heart now beating faster— there! He stands, just as His claim, Lord, Rabboni, Master! – CHORUS See He stands: the Christ who once was slain! Lord […]

Mary’s Tears

The night has taken Israel and drawn its blackness across the world like a shroud. The dark has bound us like our hopes, sealed up in a tomb. Does the God of Israel sleep? Does the LORD forget His people? A mother cannot sleep. A mother cannot forget her child. I have rocked him in […]

Waiting for the Day

Across the trampled field there lies the mounds of armor, spent and gone that once, enlivened, fought their king and all besmeared now lie upon the clay – Three figures, carried, each from off their cross as ever watchful priests survey the scene. – The Old Pretender sits at last upon the hill he sought […]

Sleep

Smooth and warm the satin drape of darkness spread around the ancient Olive Tree that like a hoary grand-sire droops majestically, shadowed in the night, as rumbling voices gradually give way to silent prayer, then sleep. – The Sleepless, kneels, His words a rote of darkness pressed upon His soul beneath the tree— that like […]