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"
The earth was broken on the day when death first claimed her as his place, and all the beauty of earth’s face could never hide her heart’s decay– for we have known the cold embrace of death in graves that we call life. He leans in close to thrust his knife, reminding us that we […]Read more "Fallen World"
He slunk around the darkened street at night and hid in lies, and marble-whitened sin. And then, when no one else was left in sight, he came to church and, pious, slithered in. – – – – – – – – – – – – – –Read more "Satan Visits"
Once I saw a picture of a man down, his blood pooling on the street while the swarming EMTs took forks and knives to him instead of gauze, butchering a life they could have saved— Oh God, forgive me . . . it was a mirror.Read more "Gossip"
His love is never broken with His law. The sin of man would carve the rift that tears Away the earth from her Creator and draw The ugly marks that curse all our affairs: The poison, Self, polluting love; the gift Of children intertwined with pain; the rust Of tools discouraging our work; the swift […]Read more "Sonnet III"
I thought that I was finished—I was wrong. A Headache night, a little sleep, a hurried day. Classes never ended, a week that lasted long— Waiting eagerly to eat and drink and play. A headache night, a little sleep, a hurried day Became my accepted practice all the time. Waiting eagerly to eat and drink […]Read more "A Pantoum"