Poem From a Thrift Store Parking Lot
The clouds look like soft touches from a paint brush, billowy white with pink-blossomed centers. All it takes for me to believe is a sky[…]
Window to Everything
This place is a small sliver of light — a burst of bright. I’m sitting in the rectory watching the late winter sun die and[…]
The Heart You Gave Me
Keep your promises my Lord, my God. Hide me under your wings from my troubles and all my enemies — the ones that scream obscenities[…]
If He Looks at Me at All
If He looks at me at all, He will find me illuminated by a strange fire. I’ve taken my place in the woods, a few[…]
Prodigal Path
Across the open field, my father saw me. How he recognized me from so far away, I don’t know. When I left home, I was[…]
Thanks for Everything
Everything under the sun belongs to you. The sun itself and the heavens and things we haven’t seen are yours. You made so much beauty[…]
Before the Day Begins
My house is dark just before dawn. I’m awake, in prayer and scripture, and readying for the day to begin. The skies are still black[…]
Let Your Light Shine Down
Let your light of life shine down on me today and every day. Let me step into it and never overstep its pacing. The days[…]
Faith of Dying Embers
My hiding place is a dark cave. Before the dawn, I am awake and lamenting the steps I’ve taken. My God was clearly in the[…]
Edge of Myself
At the end of myself, standing on my sin like a cliff ledge. I led myself here, not by turning away from my God, but[…]