Category Archives: Poetry

The transformation slow and unnoticed, Increasing in speed, in silent agony, Looking down, the smoke begins, drifting outward, swirling around, forming a pillar of cloud, a cloak billowing, Then within the center, fire erupts like a dagger piercing from the … Continue reading →

Living with spiders, insects, snakes, and creeping things, the lizards crawl from my feet to the top of my head. Their fangs and stingers break my flesh with precision, the pain seems to linger, each moment wickedness remembered. Their little … Continue reading →

Simply my heart cries to You precious Jesus, in the shadow of death our corrupt flesh sighs of exhaustion of yearning for freedom, for redemption. You, my Savior, my Master, when will the time bend and space be shorn, a … Continue reading →

In the weariness of my mind your presence through darkness shines, with the power of thousands of suns. In the moments of this disease, although my lungs rattle and burn, your soothing touch can be discerned. My fever rages and … Continue reading →

Oh Lord, why do the people provoke you, why do they mock you, how can they continue in their evil ways, consumed with darkness, bound into pain? I bless your name, my God, for your enduring patience, your long suffering … Continue reading →

I lift my eyes in this weakness, and I thank you for your work in my limbs, mind, and heart. Oh Lord, where is my determined spirit, and my strengthened will, where is my grasp, till I stumble before you? … Continue reading →

The Lord is our sanctuary of peace, In Him we can trust for all, He is our shield and our protector, He is our shepherd and finds us when were lost, He will never forsake us, nor leave us behind, … Continue reading →

How I desire to hear you call, to hear the sound of the trumpet roll across the mountains in the fall, with the tree’s fluttering leaves, yellow and brown drifting down to the leaf covered ground, in the rolling plains … Continue reading →

Oh Lord, what power thrives in the mighty hands that shapes this clay, that molds and adds, removes what you may, making the pot as it stands, turning on your wheel in your hands. Father, my heart is heavy, overwhelmed … Continue reading →

In your eyes, life pools in fullness, your love and the Spirit of God intermingle to those who behold them, at times a fully mature woman with a smile that reaches into me, that draws my happiness to you, your … Continue reading →