shake the world again

To eat, to breathe
to beget
Is this all there is
Chance configuration of atom against atom
……….. of god against god
I cannot believe it.
Come, Christian Triune God who lives,
Here am I
Shake the world again.
{Francis Schaeffer}

let’s see if I can turn this into a blog post…

Have I forgotten how to write? You might assume I have seeing that the blog posts have been rather scarce lately. Honestly I have tried to get together several posts but nothing seems to be flowing correctly. Just for the record, I am working on finishing some posts answering the questions you all asked a [...]

love the bird, dear

This morning brought a thump
upon my window
I peered out to see a bird
fallen from his flight
crumbled, broken, shaking in fear,
limp from impact, his feathers askew.
My heart retreated for protection,
never to love a dying creature.
For pain can only be gained, this I know.
Chided by the Lord at my frigid heart,
I heard strong whispers, “Love the bird, [...]

windows of life

Funny how windows become a mirror to what is inside a house at nighttime. We briefly experience what it feels like looking into our portholes, watching familiar forms and movements live and settle. What kind of people are we?
Talking on a cellphone.
Dishes on the table.
Faces on the television.
Candles on the mantle.
People muddling through life trying [...]

Stamped With Crimson Love

I wrote this poem in a hotel room a few hours after my grandmother’s funeral. The words had been ringing in my ears all evening. I am so thankful for hope even in grief. Redemption is a tender comfort in death’s pain.
darkened room
somber mood
lifeless face
casket closed
weeping eyes
tender hugs
heads are down
memories pulse
I look around this room [...]

Pardon My Poetry

It seems I can write nothing lately except poetry. I sit down to write a cohesive blog post and I can unearth nothing but unembellished verses. This really describes my mental state at present; only short phrases with simple meanings can escape from my head. Maybe I am stuck in this crazy world of rhymes [...]

Scraps of Words

Lord I struggle putting words on paper tonight–
for who shall see and who shall judge?
Worry is a weight around my neck.
It chokes the growth and life I love.
Let me breathe.
My heart is a treasure chest filled with simple words of beauty,
but I have lost the key and it remains locked.
This wall won’t budge that I’ve [...]