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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.
Category: Poetry
The Undoing of a Pharisee
Today I passed a man who carried within him
What I could not see, could not touch
The Making of a Pharisee
Inspired by Matthew 23:1-36
Action named as sin spurs contrition,
Intention to change briefly sustains,
Guilt incurred as sin recurs.
Sin named,
“I can do better”
Relapse, frustration,
Another deposit of guilt.
Named,
“Apologize!”
Good intentions…
Guilt.
Joy in the Narrow Way
Joy.
Spirit, you promised me joy!
And I know better than to pretend that
joy
stands alone,
but my heart is heavy in my chest. Continue reading “Joy in the Narrow Way”
Craftsmen
I have lived my life in chains, have you? Continue reading “Craftsmen”
In the Bittersweet of Seasons Changing
In the bittersweet of seasons changing, I discover a piece of the eternal Hidden in the uniquely human experience of time Even as I savor the simple sweet of present moments, The gifted time of easy joy passes away In vibrant bursts of red and orange and yellow Looking back, way back, past this fleeting […]
Gratitude
( Plain text, in case the photo gives you trouble) A moment of thankfulness is like a drop of water A tiny, refreshing sip in a vast desert Giving hope of life. Acknowledging blessings is like rain Beginning with the ‘drip, drip’ of a few moments, Strung together into a drizzle, then a steady flow […]
