Category: Poetry

Grace abounds,

Though we don’t deserve it.

God loves us,

No matter the sin.

Sometimes, what we do

Seems beyond forgiveness.

The pain we cause

Can be extreme.

But it is all the same

To the loving Father.

He cannot stay angry

With his beloved children.

He loves us too much.

He wants to be close to us,

To be a part of our lives.

This is for what he created us.

His love is everlasting,

As far as the east is from the west.

Deeper than the oceans,

Higher than the tallest mountain.

It encircles the universe.

So, come and embrace his gift to you.

The gift is himself.

Come, and be loved.

Deep down

My heart wears a frown,

My soul crawls around,

Weeping in ashes,

Clawing the ground,

Not making a sound.

Can you feel

The blade made of steel,

Stabbing my soul?

Yes, that’s how I feel.

How I want, so much

For Jesus to heal

These wounds that bleed me.

And so I kneel

At God’s alter of love,

For a holy meal

Hoping to be touched

By something real.

Is God here with me?

I hope he will say,

“I love you today.

“I have heard you pray.

“I will always stay

“Very close to you,

“When you are afraid.

“So please ask me anything.

“I will hear what you say,

“Every day.

“So take your burdens,

“At my feet you can lay

“Them down to stay.”

I know he’s with me,

Even though my pain

Is as wide as the sea.

I hope to be

What he wants me to be.

So many worries, you see.

I want to be free.

So, here I stay,

On my knees.

Tick, tock, watch the clock,

Wonder how I had that thought.

Getting up is such a chore

When your feet won’t touch the floor.

I don’t know what I thought

When I set the clock for nought.

Crazy, seems, to get out

Of these comfy covers, now.

Do you blame me, even so,

For being tired and moving slow?

I’ll be up, soon as I

Catch a little more shut-eye.

Before I pray, I want to know:

Will God hurt me?

Will he betray me?

What if he gets mad at me

Like he did to some people

In the Bible?

What if the bad things

About God in the Bible are true?

What if the good things

Are not true?

What if God rejects me?

What if he tells me

To kill someone?

What if he tells me

To leave my family and friends?

There are scary things

About God that worry me.

There are scary things

About love that worry me.

To fully trust someone

Is to put your life

In their hands,

No holding back.

Is God worthy

Of my trust?

Someone as powerful

As God is scary to me.

Just think

Of what he could do to me

If he hates me.

Does God hate me?

Unknown scary times blood

Pain loneliness risk sacrifice

Clouds blocking views of spirit

Wisdom lies truth hidden haze

Mystery paradox brokenness

Willful must persevere pushing

Finding truth twists turns holes

Caves water washes all light

Movement vision climbing out

Relationship love giving faith

Connection cooperation trust

Sharing family friends support

Betrayal loss gifts rejection hard

Callous abyss hell separation 

Alone abandoned suffering bed

Home reunion past memories

Confusion haunting ghosts real

Power beloved life freedom

Journey meeting meal being

Trying to keep my mouth shut

As fools parade around me.

Are they stupid, or

Am I just too proud?

Could it be the log in my own eye

That has to go first,

Before I take the speck

Out of my brother or sister’s?

Perhaps, it is just me,

With blocked and swollen vision,

Struggling to make my way

Through this fallen world,

Seeing ghosts and goblins

Where there are none.

Yes, I am in need of healing,

Perhaps more than any.

I will think twice

Before playing the fool.

My love is like a budding rose.

She’s such a pretty little thing.

I like to look down at her toes.

Or gaze upon her goofy grin.

We’re quite a team together, see.

We always have a lovely time.

I’ll tell you, confidentially.

Sometimes she helps me make a rhyme.

If I could do it all again,

I would not choose another one.

She is my lover and my friend.

A special kind of true woman.

It is as plain to me as that.

To her, I have to tip my hat.

I want to write a song.

I don’t know what to say.

I hope it’s not too long.

I’m getting tired so today.

What would you like to hear?

Should it be something that rhymes?

Or should it be about my dear?

We don’t have interesting lives.

I might try hard to tell a story.

I might fail miserably, though.

Perhaps I’ll tell of fame and glory.

That just would be a lie, I know.

I’m not exciting as some men.

I rest my case, so say amen.

Connecting the dots

Is hard sometimes

With those who are

No longer with us.

What would he have said

At that special time?

How would he have felt

When that happened?

I would like to ask him

For his advice.

I would like to hear him

Say something funny.

I wish he could have been

With me in the hard times.

I wish I could have been

With him in his.

I would have liked to say

How much he meant to me.

I wish I could have told him,

“Please, don’t go.”

If only things were different,

Tragedy didn’t happen,

Those who are gone too soon

Would know how special they are.

My wishes don’t change

Reality, I’m afraid,

But maybe he can hear me

Calling his name.

We never know

What will come next.

There are so many opportunities

To extend the love

We have for each other.

Sometimes, it is easy.

Those are the happy times,

What most call, the good times.

But, there are other times,

That are even better.

It is those times,

When it takes work,

Lots of work.

When it is not comfortable.

When we have to stretch ourselves.

When we mess up.

We have to forgive each other,

For the ways we fall short.

And none of it depends on

What either of us do.

It is a God-given blessing.

The heart and the mind

Working together,

In a beautiful dance.

Sometimes, we don’t feel it,

And, then, the mind has to step in

And say, didn’t you? Don’t you?

Isn’t it worth it, in the end?

It takes discipline,

And without the dedication,

Loyalty and commitment,

It would never happen,

And the heart provides the fuel.

The heart says, it’s worth it.

Keep going.

You’ll be glad you did.