Most Perfect Poem

Most perfect poem

Formed in my mind,

Dodged and rambled;

Words declined

As interruptions

Intercede.

Free fall, free will.

My desperate need

For perfect poem

Still intercedes.

The Road to Damascus

On the road to Damascus,

My warrants in hand,

The mission is clear -

Against, none will stand.

On the road to damnation,

I taunt and I jeer.

Who needs The Way?

Humanism draws near.

On the road to Damascus

I'm suddenly blind!

I hear His voice calling,

"Seek, child, and find!"

On the road to damnation,

I suddenly see!

My Jesus, my Lord,

Is searching for me!

Holy Spirit

He enters when I fail to invite,

Comes into my heart, unbidden.

And, stays with me whenever I write,

His gracious love not hidden.

Hide and Seek

Psalm 139

I seek,

You find.

I hide,

You find.

I dodge,

You claim.

I run, 

You claim.

All things stand

Within Your name.

Nothing stands

Between us.

My Name

I am named "Martha,"

And, I live up to it.

Serving without ceasing, 

Doing without thinking.

Assuming deeds will save

My soul which only wants

To be like Mary.  Is that

My white stone's name?

Still and rapt, kneeling

Before the Lord, my God?

I'd like to think so.

I pray to know so.

This poem was inspired by my dear friend, Glynn Young.  Please visit his Faith, Fiction, and Friends here. 

My Passion

Writing is my passion;

God gifts me through His grace.

Though world says, "Not the fashion."

Through Him, I know my place.

My soul longs for His presence,

And, in me, He does dwell.

For God's the very essence

In all my deeds done well.