Advent Poem #6

How do I speak of this feeling inside me…
All my preconceived notions are wicked potions to create a world after me.
How am I to speak of this feeling inside me…
What if the plans for me are larger than this pretend creativity?

Advent Poem #5

Sharp pains rip through my soul
testimony of the longing of my heart.
This craving lacerates me.
When will this yearning end?
Clenched fists to bear this weight.
Lungs and mouth grasping for air.
I have hope the King will come,
but the brokenness surrounds.

Advent Poem #1

Did He care for You
when He sent You there?
This light made dark
extinguished so cruelly.

Birthed in savage lot
You descended to live
In this calming majesty
Power and humility filled.

Did He care for You
when He sent You here
for You to be mocked
and shamed so brutally?

This Light is come
my vacillating trust
pushing You to the grave.
In this did He care for You?

My Soul Has Lost the Words

My soul has lost the words
to write on paper so true
to speak to them who wait.
I stare on searching for comfort,
But the only whispers I find
are whispers of Your name.
They surround me in morning breeze.
“Father”… how can I find?
“Father” cover me in Your grace
“Father” is the only word I need.

Father, surround.
Spirit, come down.
Jesus, I run.
Here I come.

Desires

My desires
fade.
Can I trust them?
My heart
wears down.
Who can know?
I search
the depths.
What do I find?
Your Spirit
is here.
What do you say?

“I will grant your deep desires.
My Spirit will reveal My heart to you.”

On the Lake

Your smile is carried in the ripples
of the lake beautifully.
Your glory found in the fish’s flips
eating gracefully.
Your goodness is here heating
my skin so lovingly.
Your kindness brought near in cool
of breeze rich and free.

Wrap Your joy around my heart
and Your grace full impart.
Wrap Your hope around my mind
and Your love do so in kind.

I long to know You more and more.
Heart, soul, mind, and body implore.

Depths of Your Eyes

The depths of your eyes draw me in.
I’m floating in the oceans of your presence,
Waves lapping my face gently in embrace.
I dive to search these depths unknown.
Shall I ever be truly acquainted?
No, it is not my fear to never know.
It is my fear that I would stop the search.
All my days here on earth I will pursue.
Your love is worth the exploration.

Idle Drifting

Clouds drifting idly by
Gathering strength in each passing moment
Drifting, bumping into each other
Ne’er forming, frustrations pent,
Drifting through the sky searching
for a place to let go, unvent.
Drifting aimlessly two clouds brush
pausing briefly from touches spent
Idle drifts morphed into intention
waiting for the drop of a cloud chosen
Drifting together into stormy weather
Waiting for release, waiting to open
Drifting no longer. In sweet embrace
storing up days to be lent
to this world drifting slowly by.

Song of My Wanderings

Stumbling over the pebbles
small, insignificant pebbles.
My feet weary from the journey.

Unable to make a full step
Toes bleed from thorns
and vines around my legs, snaked and crept.

Should I quit this path so tortured
Ease lies to my right and left
Difficulty and disease to me are fortuned.

Just as my heart bows and fails.
My head sunk low defeated
Chills creep down spine of hope’s large scale.

Breeze blows through encouraging my spirit
Righteousness leading me
Your glory my rear guard tightly knit.

A melody lightens my heart and my ears
The song of my wanderings
flowing out from seeking, calming fears.

Fuck the Rain

The rain falls as if it has a purpose.
It powerfully drops on the roses with aim.
Battered and broken they lean, they fall.
Battered and broken they struggle to stand.
This rain falls with determination.
It falls to beat that which stands beautifully under.
Fuck the calculating rain.
For though the roses sit defeated and crushed,
I can smell the scent of honeysuckle,
The hope that the roses will grow again.