Poems

Amazing is your grace
My Spirit is rising
Your thoughts of me perfect
My response inadequate

Is that not grace
Lifting inadequacy
Above life’s very depths?
Grace amazing!

Can anything hurt more?
Nature abhors a vacuum
Feeling unloved
Centers the vacuum in the pit
Of your stomach

Can there be anything worse
Than the pain of rejection
That claws at the vast
Feeling of nothingness
Inside

You are my Mighty Counselor.
Thank You for making it possible for me to discover You.
Thank You for teaching me your ways.
Thank You for teaching me to find joy in the waiting.
Thank You for showing me how not to fear my fears so much.

Thank You for spending time with me.
Thank You for showing me that everything is going to be alright

He wasn’t smart
Nor was he pretty
Big enough for
Eighth grade at two

What a pity

His mother hid
In the closet
And left his food
At the door

Who’s that hulk
In the front row
He doesn’t belong
Out of place here.

I can tell them
From the back
Don’t you know
They come and go?

It is like a wave so high
Yet does not slam us
Into the sand
It almost tickles!

It sets us in a state of joy
When we are in a painful way
As we stray from the hope of
That great come and get it day.

Hard not to notice
His acting like POTUS
Born in a bees nest
In this life

Like a bee who
Lost its stinger
His life did not linger
He died before manhood
In a fire

Weeds are the reminder
Evil doesn’t go a way
In this generation
Nor does aggravation
Sorrow or pain

Only fear can go a way
Because I said
Fear not
I am here to stay

Eternity is stretched out..
It has wings
That do not move
In flight
When flying highest

Time is of no essence
In eternity’s presence
Time is like a brace
On legs in a race
Infinitely out of place
In freedom’s face

We came to be
In a trinity of days
Though separated by years

1 and 9
Form a perfect 10
He perfects all
Which concerns us

It is always there
Like a shadow
Try to outrun
Your shadow.
You can’t

Somehow
It is meant to
Be there
It is what light does
It shows you your shadow

I was slow on the boat in the Galilee storm
I was slow on the way to Martha and Mary
Dead slow for Lazarus

I was slow to find my parents
On the way home from the temple
I was slow to start my ministry
I was slow to make the wedding wine

Forget the links
I’m in the yard
Starting low
Looking for control

Mom’s with baby
Strolling my street
A wayward ball
Could land me in jail
I would need bail

If man were meant to fly
He would have been given
An imagination

If man were meant to dream
He would have been given
Sleepless nights

Jesus is the
Flying door.
He graces us,
He comes our way
Many times a day.
Ever bump
Your head on a door?

That was Jesus
The flying door!
To wake you to
Your thoughts!