Hope rises with the dawn at least that’s what we say now. But I wonder who we’d be if we were there that bright morn? Would we have run to the tomb in anticipation? Would we have hidden in a dark room from the authorities? Would we have fallen headlong from a tree into a… Continue reading The Bright Morn
Category: Poetry
The Dark Night
“Crucify Him!” they cursed with frenzied hatred birthed from yesterday’s joy. “Hosanna!” they sang “The King has come!” Centuries enslaved; a moment’s release. How can lips form such opposites as hate and loyalty? A Judas kiss. Was it their contradictions that prompted Jesus to forgive their ignorance? Did they remember – at the cross -… Continue reading The Dark Night
Psalm 142: Excision
This poem, from my book A New Song, was written as a personal response to Psalm 142.
Psalm 141: Prayer from a Dark Mirror
This poem, from my book A New Song, was written as a personal response to Psalm 141.
Psalm 140: The Evil Behind the Mask
This poem, from my book A New Song, was written as a personal response to Psalm 140.
Remorse
How do I know my thoughts within, My reasons and motives for my sin? How do I know within my heart, Regret or repentance on my part? Am I yet moved by broken law, Holiness spoiled by heart’s putrid maw? Or do I fear my punishment, Footing the bill for human debt? Lord, make me… Continue reading Remorse
the gift
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
The Blast of His Breath
The breath of God blows soft and sweet and gentle in my ear. A quiet voice in noisy heart leading the listener’s ways. But O, beware, forget not true, his wide and varied will — That simple breath that guides our steps can kingdoms great destroy. Trees bending deep on wooden knees lay worshipping the… Continue reading The Blast of His Breath
Blood and Tears
Love and fear flow mingled down to chest from chin and cheek, A just response to God’s great power displayed to all men meek. His voice clear roared from heavenly throne drove men unto their knees, A moment’s flush, fear’s trembling hand, near love they longed to see. Shrouded in clouds God’s hidden face where… Continue reading Blood and Tears
The Beasts of the Crack
At first, it was just a crack – a small fissure between blocks – but even the smallest opening invited them in. I laid traps near the crack, minimizing the incursion, killing the beasts and living free. I covered the crack, filled it with putty and concrete, but over time and under assault the opening… Continue reading The Beasts of the Crack