Night After Night

I know you love me but… I feel the shake dreams, waking in the night. I jerk like dropping off a cliff, I cry but have no tears, and endlessly, monotony brings back the things I dread again. Night after night. – I know you love me but… you let the mocking follow me around: […]

Sunset Meditations

Soft and hazy light tinting the air with gold— the sweetest moments of the day like a tapestry unrolled across the sky tonight. The sun is saying goodbye— a warm wash of rose gold above the mountains, enchanting to behold, and yet I want to cry. The sunset fills my eyes, but the […]

I Find My Friend

Disclaimer: This poem has nothing to do with my life. I cannot emphasize this enough. Also, it means nothing. Literally. This is what happens when you listen to too much sappy pop music, and think “I could do THAT.” Performances of the song are welcome. But the name of the band MUST be “Parakeet Moon”. I […]

The “Impossible” Place

I don’t like this place— dark as space without the stars. This maze of bars has trapped us all, and we must fall in gravity’s hold for men have told our certain fate. But wait— isn’t this God’s land? – […]

I Hide my Hope in Christ

To the tune of : “I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord” I hide my hope in Christ— the Lord of all my days; the One who framed eternity and taught my soul its ways – I never knew His grace I never sought His throne. And yet the Father turned my will and made me Christ’s […]

On Things Above

I hang my every hope upon the Lord and swing out on the promise of His name; the God who saves His people from their sins extending grace and justice just the same. – CHORUS Lord who do I desire on earth but You? And who in heaven, Lord, apart from You? Nor height nor […]

Thoughts of Spring

How fair the morning glow of Spring when sunshine hikes the eastern hills and summits in the dark of night, breathing out the hopeful light. Our hearts with awe, it stills, as it wakes the slumbering birds to sing. Across the fields the daffodils unfold—a sign of pledges kept through winter’s long and harsh […]

On an Easter Morning

Fairer than the fields of Spring, dancing in their flowery dress; dearer than the hymns we sing, hearts poured out in gratefulness; greater than the cares we bring that hard against our spirits press; the thought of Christ, our risen King, strong and fast in faithfulness!

Medieval Advent

The frost lies hardened on the frozen ground, the trees encased in glassy slips of ice. A lonely raven calls across the field of silent white. The air is fresh and hard. I stand outside among my fields and look down at the rows of dying, stubbled corn: the husks of harvest—gone until the spring. […]

Wait for the Morning

He always rises like the sun after night— after the hours, played like years, the coldness, hurting and hardening, the darkness, stealing the light like dementia. Do not let the fiercest night take you for God will rise to blaze above the frosted hills and scatter magic across the diamond grass.