I reach for grace like stretching for a cup of water in the heat that seems too far away. – My fingers seem at best to scratch the back of worn and weathered hands that hold the drink I crave – My mind. Practical. like sluffing off a test I know I cannot ace. Should […]Read more "I Reach for Grace"
I never really know why I am here…again. The things that set it off—a sharp report That starts the pistons of my mind chugga cha chugga cha chugga that pound away at who I am and leave a bare exposed—like sand after all the shells are washed Away – It goes to center—deep inside the […]Read more "Being Different"
The grass grows tall and green again and death is covered—at Verdun.Read more "Tenacity of Life"
They don’t have our God. And so they quake as with the earth and shudder like the trees while frosted winds assail. They trip and tremble on their way; unknowing and unknown, they cast for solid ground but never find a hold. – Their rock is not our rock. And so the water raving waves […]Read more "None Besides"
I never knew how much I loved the light until the dark awoke and tore a terror, slow, inside my heart. Not a stab of sudden fear. The pulsing throb of confidence that now the lights are off they’ll always stay that way. – And in a little while at last I knew the game […]Read more "#forme"
Sometimes all the lights go out or make us to believe that they were never really there. You stumble into every wall and trip and fall again. You hear the snickers all around the sounds but not the sights of everybody watching you. – Sometimes every song goes out an arrow in the air that […]Read more "Sometimes…"
You know how long I’ve dreamt of rain— You’ve seen me at the window sill, my forehead pressed against the pane, waiting for the raindrops to appear. I saw the full clouds moving in, and wondered how the rain would feel— like happy sky-drips on my skin? or maybe heaven running through my hair? It […]Read more "Under the Umbrella"
Yahweh, my joy, To You I lift my voice. To You who know the heart of man. To You who formed the hands and eyes and wrote the skill with which men use the two. – I feel my heaviness, Oh Lord, the tear-jerked sob of uselessness. I cannot run, I cannot walk I cannot […]Read more "To You I Lift My Voice"
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 […]Read more "Mary’s Tears"
Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God. -Matthew 5:8 Lord, build around my heart a wall of grace to sift the daily facts as they come in that nothing but the truth would find a place and nothing but Your love would dwell within. Refuse despair an entrance to […]Read more "Prayer for a Pure Heart"