An expectant mood permeated the room. Seven men, all of them close friends of Jesus, sat waiting. Continue reading “In the Light of Dawn”
When spring awakes, all green and new,
Full of blossoms, turf and dew
Which, though it rains, still grow, accrue;
‘Tis just a season of the soul. Continue reading “Seasons”
Sometimes as I lie awake at night, my head begins to feel heavy with the clutter piling up in the recesses of my mind. Continue reading “Pillow Talk”
Your love, O Lord, has substance I can feel,
A weight that holds this anxious wand’rer still,
Arrested by the strange, forgotten peal
Of heart-strings played at their Creator’s will.
Today I passed a man who carried within him
What I could not see, could not touch
Inspired by Matthew 23:1-36
Action named as sin spurs contrition,
Intention to change briefly sustains,
Guilt incurred as sin recurs.
“I can do better”
Another deposit of guilt.
Spirit, you promised me joy!
And I know better than to pretend that
but my heart is heavy in my chest. Continue reading “Joy in the Narrow Way”