Sunday, November 19, 2017

Autumn's Promise


Romans 15:12
And again, Isaiah says, "The Root of Jesse will spring up, one who will arise to rule over the nations; in Him the Gentiles will hope.


The leaves fall
Tumbling down
Dancing on wind
Pitter-patter
Like raindrops
Scatter glory
Twist and twirl
Descend with grace
Draw attention
Make their mark
Though now faded
Remembered well
The vibrant green
Once spring's face
Recalled, renewed,
Will come again
In hope, they will
Come again

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Love's Fire



The tender part
The heart that cares
The love that flows
And freely shares;
That is my desire.
The tinder part
Of you, I see:
Think less of you 
And more of Me.
Set the world on fire!

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Monday, May 22, 2017

Lies!



Lies in my holy name
As if I give permission
For divination blatant
Idolatry reminiscent
Of the first betrayal
When I looked, I searched
I sought the naked souls
Who, in their shame, ran
For cover before All-Knowing
Eyes and ears and mind and soul.
Only I Am makes them whole!

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Life Line


This poem emerged from the trauma of having to administer at-home antibiotics to my husband, Danny, after his latest surgeries to remove an infected pacemaker, and replace it, on the other side of his chest, with a new one.

Sanitized hands poised and ready
Alcohol swab held tentatively
Scrub the hub, scrub the hub
Eyes closed momentarily
Remembering the brief instructions
A second's breath held; the blame
If mistake is made, means every
Stride from there to here, negated
Fit and tighten; tighten - pump
Detach, attach anew the healing
Bulb of balm for soul infected
Wait it out.  Wait.  Wait.
Time's up!  Loose the bonds!
Scrub the hub, scrub the hub
Inject the cleansing element
Infuse the sealing cure for all


May Jesus "scrub our hub" and make us all ready and willing for His cleansing cure!

Friday, April 28, 2017

Journey Not Expected



As it is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet:  "A voice of one calling in the wilderness, 'Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight pats for Him.'" ~Luke 3:4

Journey not expected
Is the road to take
When interrupted
For God will make
Rough ways smooth
The ruts and potholes filled
His way before us
Calm and gentle
Stilled

Friday, April 14, 2017

Alone - Holy Saturday Reflection



Alone
So alone
Hiding
He is gone
Grieving
Bitter tears
Hope
Hope flies
Away
And yet
Maybe
Not alone
Promise
Words recalled
Tears
Wash clean
Eyes 
To see