Category: poetry

Sweet Aroma of Today

God’s in the kitchen whipping up a fresh day. Sunshine sprinkled with cinnamon clover invites me into barefoot, porch swing conversations with the Holy Spirit. He kneads my soul with scripture. Buttering bitterness of yesterday’s failures with confession and forgiveness and baking in the…

Redeemed Refuse

I thought I was refuse . . .

Love Shaped Sorrow

Your suicide left my soul deep within smothering grief. . .

Keep Hoping Because . . .

Frostbit by fear I keep feeling Dented by doubt I keep driving      Burnt by bitterness                                                       …

Gospel of Spring (Haiku)

Souls bubbling up, gushing with undeserved love. — the gospel of Spring.      

Starting Place

i didn’t know this was my starting place until You ended my suffering.   This yanking war of soul and flesh Soothed to peace by Your sacrifice.   I became a fledgling paragraph developing purpose in the womb of just one word   hope

Sailing Devotion

When demanding circumstances have tattered faith and still the needs of today grab. You invite my soul to sail. A sea of stillness, where none can touch, there restore with sweet and salty parables of faithfulness.

Dancing the Sanguine Blues

Forecast called for blistering blues . . . Shame soaked in a raging torrent of emotions, I put on defiant dancing shoes and shaped prolific pools of hopelessness into a halo of dancing rainbows. Until bones broke to life and support the impossible flesh…

Writing Prompt: Downcast or Upcast

Psalm 43:5 Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God. Seems like there are an awful lot of words to describe depressed, but not a lot to describe the opposite . . .what…

Climbing Suicide’s Crag

But truth with gritty fingers . . .

Depression is not meant for the Church Coatroom

Believers sing the blues too.

Lost to Suicide

Amid the fireworks,your little hand slipped into crowded adulthood, before your mind developed a sense of direction. Grasping anything to garner comfort, but fear is a poor companion. Absence begged me to give up on you . . . but, what mother can?  …