Prayer for a Pure Heart

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 […]

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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: […]

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A Night of Rowing

Tonight we cross the waters black as coal. We row beneath the stars we blotted out. The only sound—the sloshing of the waves, relentless echoes of the knife-like pain. We row alone like exiles in the dark. And now you speak who know my troubles best. You feel with me the wounds that plague my […]

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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 […]

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Sonnet VIII

I did not know that perfect love was mine,  wrapped up in swaddling clothes before my birth and opened there upon the cross—the sign that grants my meager soul its worth.  More thrilling than an ice-cold breeze on hot and humid days, the moment when I knew  that I had been the object of His […]

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Perfect Gift

I should have known You long ago— my heart was born with chambers void of blood, the walls just small and hidden to the eyes, but to the soul more endless than the stars. I should have felt Your absence in my tears— the ache of endings could have been a mold to pour my […]

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Song of the Soldiers

  The day will come to lay our swords to rest And enter victors to the Light of home, But we are soldiers set on foreign soil. For now, we press our shields against the blows Of evil ranks stretched to horizons all Around. We lift our swords and charge the horde As arrows fly […]

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Sonnet VII

The door is locked, the perfect view to hide, But no one thinks to try the knob. The warm Design of letters carved in wood, the wide, Artistic swirls become a person’s form. To peer into a soul unveiled would turn Our hearts away. To watch desire play Upon a vow with muddy feet would […]

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