Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The chair in repair and the writing desk

You said you’d stand by me forever
But as my sandpapered edges
Rubbed at your newly varnished surfaces
I wondered how long forever would be

Tuesday, September 13, 2011


Gentle waves wash over my surface
Pulling away at my many layers of sand
Eroding my confidence in beauty
Taking what makes me whole
Shrinking my shores down to lonely rock.

What am I without my sands?
Can there be a scenic view without my defining feature?
Is there any value in one who promises to delight
But can offer nothing but a flat ground
Devoid of the freckled shells that once brought us joy.

Forlorn, I thought you had forsaken me.
I didn't know that my bareness was no shame
That your glassy waters have always seen through me
That the rock I had called my own was your stability
Faithful regardless of how little I had become.

You knew me when I didn't know myself
You saw my grasping at what I couldn't keep
You remained when all else was snatched away
You believed I was worth more than all the sands of the sea
You loved me at my unloveliest.


I am the LORD your God, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar—the LORD of hosts is his name. And I have put my words in your mouth and covered you in the shadow of my hand, establishing the heavens and laying the foundations of the earth, and saying to Zion, "You are my people."
Isaiah 51:15, 16

Sunday, September 4, 2011

how the waves affect me

You were my lighthouse
When I called out in the raging storm
That threatened to capsize me entirely
You were there
More present than the rain pouring down my masts
With sails that had long been bound from complete loss of direction
You were hope
That clouds could reveal a kinder sun
Which dries away all tears and fears of the past
You are love
Never minding how the waves affect me
Always bright regardless of your knowledge of my heartfelt thanks
{and hope does not put us to shame}