Happiness

Elusive— a whiff in the air a flash in the night the sparkle of dew before it is gone. ••• Locked— water beyond guards gold behind glass homeland of exiles who may not return. ••• The key— a nail through His hands my sackcloth and ashes the balm of chains unlocking joy. ••• Ubiquitous— a […]

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What Christ Can Do

Look what Christ can do— bound as He was to a cross, weary and strangled in pain, a joke on the lips of man, a curse on the lips of God— death of the Immortal. He died like no one else— the pride of the Father’s eyes, a portal torn in the veil from Satan’s […]

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The Hands of Christ

He had the hands of a man,

grown from curled-up baby hands

to dirty, in-a-hurry boy hands

to hands that could wield

a hammer and nails;

hands obscured for thirty years

in seas of Jewish hands;

revealed—man-defying Teacher hands,

hands that could hold

and shelter and bleed;

hands, nearer with every breath,

to nail-intruded hands,

to weighed-with-the-sins-of-the-world hands,

the hands still moving,

washing dirt from feet.

His hands are the hands of God,

blameless, righteous, holy hands,

the died-and-lives-forever hands,

the hands that welcome

sinners into life.

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Till the End

No darkness, no cross, no death-wound of heart could keep Christ from his friends. They ate and talked and sang and slept while He loved them till the end.

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The Winter Sky

The winter world is cold— and withered and old— the trees droop, still and bare, in the scathing air, clothed only in gray loss— mourning the leaves lately buried with the frost. … But the sky is soft as mother-love for children wounded of life— it is older than the cold and beautifully, gently bold.

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Bridge of Love

Love is just a song we think we wrote. Expecting much, but never prizing more, we seek to seize the vial, tip, and pour the joy we want, but never yet could quote Till one day, looking out beyond our moat at cherry blossoms on the other shore we see the longed-for things, despised before […]

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Thanksgiving: Children

Thank You, Lord, for children— little humans, full of life— laughing, jumping, singing, running; little robbers, demanding money, time, energy, patience; still, little diamonds, worth the cost— their words, their smiles, their hands, their hugs! small, magnificent treasures, lost in the quest for jobs, houses, clothes, cars; little children— made by God— whom Jesus never […]

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joy

  Above the clouds— swaying grass, tickled feet; the summit view— sprawling earth-blend art; an eagle passing; the rich, unending sky; the thrill of going heart on heart— forever.                           –

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Gentle Father

  Gentle Father, hold Your child. The stones of life have bruised  the heart  and left a tear-streaked, trembling face, inconsolable to any other— Your child cries for You.   Bend down and brush the tears away, and take Your own into your arms. Lay the wearied on Your shoulder, to comfort with Your daddy-whispers […]

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Take the Lamp

It seems a cold, dark shaft where love would bid me go— deep beneath the hills. The memories, sand-like, blow— a heart-blinding draft.   I’ve walked the caves before— walked them with a thief until the stars were gone; I know the haunting grief— and I cannot anymore.   But I forget that love, with […]

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