I Dream in 40-point, Italic Font

I dream in 40-point, italic font of all I long to give to You— the One who loves me most. I type my aims into reality— or so I try, but everything is paper jams and out-of-inks— a mangled, tear-smudged page of faint, illegible, ugly-colored words— not the marvel You deserve. My fingers hesitate to […]

Pseudo-wisdom

You think too highly of yourself, oh mind, to answer questions God as yet has not. It is a wisdom of the baser kind that storms His silence with unbridled thought— for who can cypher symbols from the dark or wrangle possibility to stage, to poke and prod and deftly pin the arc of Spring’s […]

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.

One in a Million

When God saw all those walls come down– and Israelites a-stormin’ in, when Joshua prayed for the sun to last, and stop the earth from constant spin, when Daniel and His friends stood firm against the evil king’s decree, when Peter stepped outside the boat to walk upon the stormy sea… then God saw the […]

Lord of Autumn

Lord of Autumn, You enchant us with Your skill for taking summertime with such majestic grace. You lend Your royal colors to the wooded hills. You stain the sky impassioned blue above our place, and with the breeze, You stir the fallen leaves to run. You make of loss a paradise when You are near […]

Fairer than the Dawn

Oh Savior you are beautiful fair beyond the sun that’s lately run its daily done and dips to sea again. – Your ways are deeper than the sea, and light danced ember waves. The secret graves of hidden caves are known before your eyes. – Your eyes can pierce the blackest night and thus you […]

Day Three

When He had on the third day seen as far as bent the waters green the endless upend, wave and roar the changedness of trough and tor and having perfect in His hand at length the Maker vasted land. – – – – – Petra M. Greening, pexels

The Little Bird that Flies

The little bird that flies beneath the puffed up sky owns the gift of life and the pleasure of God’s eye.

Truth in My Hands

I carry truth on my tongue and lies in my hands and people learn by what they see and You know the entirety of me— mind and heart divorced. The mind is not enough; I would love You with my strength, the truth served from heart to hands so they and I both understand reality […]

Awake and Sing

Awake, oh heart, and sing for whatever today may bring is a dear and precious thing from the hand of our God— the wonders we couldn’t have dreamt of or the solemn grief-proofs of love descend alike from above— so sing! And the foe will be hushed. .