Poems

Do not despise
If you wish to rise.

There is a place
Where you belong
Where you are not wrong
To love.

Though the journey is long
And the shades of night
Are dark.

It is hard to believe
And, therefore,
Receive
A love so great
That it covers every failing,
Perfects all things.
Making the desires of the heart
Complete.

Faith is given,
Not attained.
Yet life must grind us
Before faith can find us
Small enough to embrace it.

Sadness welcomes a lift
For surely it wishes a
Return to joy.

When will Joy rise again?
To take its flight
across time
To create laughter
once again?

A prayer is for far away
A conversation is for close
Where you want to be

When you need a favor
When your heart clamors for touch
But touch doesn’t work
When no one else knows and
And you need to whisper
To someone

Faith is eerie
A kind of query
I want some science
Or is this my defiance

I never wanted
To faith
A giant leap?
Without a peep?
Into the the dark?
Does a cow bark?

If God dropped
Out of the sky
Face to Face with
With His most avid denier
Believer that the universe
Was a substitute for You
Nothing personal, God

I feel pain
How do I regain
My ego reigning To
Continue the feigning

Is there another way
My execution to stay
Keep terror at bay
Stay another day

Imagine there’s
No preachers
Preaching hell
If you can

Imagine no god
Above us
Who just can’t
Understand

A quiet inquisitiveness
Will come
And erase
The chatter in my mind

Perhaps
I will think with my heart
In a flickering of love,
Maybe I have already
without noticing it

It will not be the whispers
With a loved one
As you lay dying
It will not be with Peter
At the pearly gates

It will be a dream
Reminding you
Of a face to face
With the Christ

I am the Lord’s sheep dog
I shall not want except to run freely.
You made me to run through green
Pastures, filled with your lost sheep

You strengthen my soul
And build willingness
Into my heart
For your namesake

Many Christians are,
Sidelined by design.
Has God put them there
To rest, to think clearly
To hear Him more nearly?

Too much preaching
Hammering home a message,
Hiding a love so tender.
I am a tired Christian
Sidelined by His love!

Ever again
Scan your life
Remember your wife
She will love it here too

Everything is different
God has become lenient
Sins are forgiven
Life now is given

You pile the little blocks
Of your early life
Making them tall
Before they fall

You dream a design
You think it will be fine
Trying is the thing
When you fumble
Then they tumble
You laugh and try again

He inhabits secret places
He sees the lonely faces
He watches us in ruins
He waits for the right spaces

Through the earth He roams
He moves in and out our homes
Never in a hurry
Letting good and bad flurry
Our lives are such a hurry

I pray for peace
In my little spot
I pray for peace
A lot.

Peace with siblings
He moves in and out our homes
Peace with trouble makers
Peace with neighbors
Peace with strangers

Listen for the quiet
Calming sounds
Behind the rattling
Background noise
We call music
They whisper

Ever so lightly
They long to replace our distractions

I look yonder with
Mud in my eye
I have dug my
Mud pit of regret
Eye high

You have done so too.
I see you with
Spit in your eye
We both spy
Each other’s
Mud as though
On high