Giving — Part Two — Jesus’ Eyes
Giving — Part Two Jesus’ Eyes Endless Quiet I never saw such quiet. I never felt such still. I never dreamed such tenderness could live in human will. But as I looked within His eyes, pure and freed from every sin, I knew that every love on earth begins and ends with Him. _____________ […]
Giving: Part One — The Cross and Sacrifice
Giving If rays of light break through thick clouds, Where does the light come from? Certainly not the cloud-hid sun. If words of light break through my mind, Where does the light come from? Certainly I’m not the one. The first draft of Giving was written in the early 1980’s while I was coming out […]
Abide in Me
When evils hit the world news and scenes of unjust suffering hit our eyes and hurt in our heart, it is hard to identify all our feelings.
A Poem from Pursuit 2: Creation
Creation* One uttered Word— and the nothing— emptier than any vacuum, darker than all empty nights— burst into blinding, melting, hot, explosive, light— From Love’s unerring faith— beginnings came. Songs sang. Inside God’s pulsing heart, through eons of slow change, Love’s steady flame burned on, His plans securely framed. Under that first spoken Word now […]
A Poem from Pursuit 1: Diamond Dust
Diamond Dust * Late one cold gray winter afternoon, two sundogs shone in the western sky. As I watched, my gaze became transfixed on their rich warm color against the barren background. Thoughts returned of a lost friendship. It was an untimely love which I smothered and cut off. My choice was difficult. In hindsight, it was […]
Places 40: The Glory Cloud
In August 2020 I began revising and posting poems from Places. Now, shortly over a year later, here’s the last one, forty out of…
Places 39: The Trumpet Call
Pray now, before they lift the trumpets, draw breath to sound the call, before pure metal’s pressed on angels’ lips. Then, watch for hail…
Places 38: Safety
Safety Within, I’m often bound by pride. The heavy weight of self-will asserts it’s right to guide. Entitled, I alone decide to backslide from the innocence of trust. Lord, help my self, my very self to die— I’d not defy Your love. I would abide in Jesus, be sweetly fragrant on His vine; I’d let […]
Places 37: Time’s Fullness
Many years ago, after a humble man of God prayed for me, he encouraged me to write and prophetically said that I’d write two poems about trumpets. I’ve wondered if this is one of them. With feeble cries against God’s time Baal’s priests revert to boys; vast armies turn to toys; tin soldiers shaking sticks […]
Places 36: America
This prophetic cry for our nation is as relevant today as when I wrote it in 1997. Revisions were few. I changed a few present tense verbs to past tense and updated a couple images and changed the ending to a prayer. America—The U.S.A. My country—land of shopping malls, home of bubble gum and the Chicago […]
Places 35: Watch
Watch! Evocative trumpets sound from high and lonely promontories awakening holy bands across the land. Crying out for grace to stand, intercessors fall in glory on the ground. God will choose His own— Elijahs to oppose the Baals, Gideons to tear down the Asherahs, Aarons and Jeremiahs to speak, and Joshuas to lead. God sows […]
