Category: Poetry

Then, out of nowhere, I stare Eyes fixed on the chair And cry, picturing you there Continue reading Haiku

Oh, hello there! Just… Give me… a moment… please I need… to catch… my breath…whew! I don’t climb stairs with ease Thank you for your kindness Wow, it’s so crowded in here! I feel anxious and overwhelmed What? Do I need prayer for fear? My feelings are quite normal Please, just help me find a … Continue reading Unintentional  Exclusion

I’m tired of the supposed-to’sAnd cookie-cutter moldsFrustrated with the should-have-beensThe too-youngs, and too-olds I’m tired of the constant strivingAnd opinions shared that are always implyingThat I’m more of an exception or just barely calledWomen are, after all,At the root of the fall! Enough is enough of the shameful, finger-pointingSatan’s having a hay day, and the … Continue reading Here I Am, Send Me

I’m not sure if this would count as poetry, but it seems fitting to categorize it here. I wrote this shortly after we found out the baby we’d been trying for didn’t have a heartbeat. That’s a story in itself, but the Holy Spirit meeting people as Comforter when they’re grieving can fit into any … Continue reading Hidden in Him

There are secret worlds hidden Behind the door of each heart That spring forth to life When the music starts We don’t always understand Yet, we feel it the same When melodies ascend From each finely tuned frame Sleepers wake to the rhythm In time with the beat Of pulsating hammers Striking their strings Souls … Continue reading When the Music Starts

The choice given in the garden truly puzzles me That it came down to a simple fruit eaten from a tree What could the fruit of life have been? Which one did He design? What shape? What color? What could we assume Changed the course for all mankind? Do you think it was a coconut … Continue reading The Tree

My heart’s grieved and longing For a kingdom that’s dawning In a world of already, not-yet But I’m frustrated in waiting With the Church’s flag-waving While their leaders play Russian roulette Little girls are still shrinking We’re in the bottom of the inning And we need to level the field But we’re too concerned with … Continue reading The Tide is Rising

Some days, I sit in the back and See a sea of lovely faces But my heart recognizes the lack Missing your after-service embraces I miss your kids’ rolling laughter The after-church chatter The loud pitter-patter Things that really matter  I miss the warmth of your smile Your bad jokes and fun style Your deep … Continue reading Some Days…

They drove me crazy with all their constant bickering But then I’d see them in the altar, simply lingering They’d cause me so much disappointment, always letting me down But then I’d catch a glimpse of their sacrifice; I’d watch them gladly cast their crowns It was when I saw them suffering when I felt … Continue reading Shepherd