Places 03: Patterns Change
steady west winds / breathe hot over grasses / on roasting ground / greens dry to gold, golds fade to brown / clouds cast warm…
Places 08: Touch
I Wide and warm and open, the hands of spring drop rain, soften down our frozen ground, courses cut cross gravel roads, fields and hills and streams erode. Waters push away at loosening soils, wash small stones and softened clay from roots too weak to cling. Soakings squish beneath our feet, imprints pool and overflow […]
Places 07: Conversation
For those who like to compare revisions and see how poems grow, I’ve included several versions of Conversation. The last two are significantly better than the first, so keep reading. 2011, Conversation, original published in Places, 2011 Wanting living conversation a word lifted out into time’s tick-tock, Into creche and crush of creation. Human […]
Places 06: Friends
Writing can be a break from pressures—like reading a good book or watching a light movie. Revising this autobiographical poem about my first date in 1952 was a pleasant faith-building diversion from pressures and stress. I hope you can travel back in time and relate to bits of it with me. The line lengths support reading aloud. The meaning? Honestly, I’m not sure—
At the Evening Sacrifice
Your eyes shine life on our turning earth like sun lights up a day; Your love casts Your glory rays upon our human clay.
Knowing God through His Word — Part 18
When prayers go unanswered, asking “Why?” may bring insight, but more often it erodes peace and disrupts abiding in God’s love. Most believers already know all the pat religious reasons why God doesn’t give us what we pray for. Usually, the first is doubt . . .
Human Praise
“Human Praise” is from my new book “Giving: a witness to Jesus”
If every human voice should die, and human song in silence lie…
The Carpenter & Our Choice—two poems on the cross
The Carpenter / bloodied / to be set apart from ordinary use, the Carpenter hallowed / His final wood and nail / with use enough to outlast time.
Write Truth
I would write truth. Engrave it on my heart / with flaming pens, of feathers / from Dove’s wings / set hot ablaze
Poems from Pursuit
Its light in colors lived and died
uncaptured,
a world apart
from all the raw and strain
upon my dimming heart…
Poems from Meet Me at the Cross
Flesh?
Yes. Songs and sores.
Sleep and eat.
“Oh sacred heart now bleeding”
All man-defined was there.
Spirit?
You bet…
