Wednesday, January 25, 2012

snowed in

My winter eyes searched for color in the bleak scenery
As if the crimson, emerald, and sapphire had run in their first wash
And had drowned themselves in pipes far distant from here
I would be alone with the white, the haze, the mist
Either that or the sharp outlines of shadows in my soul.

Without those vibrant hues to keep me company,
Images of abandonment closed in over my head
Faster than the snow was piling against my window.
My basement room was blocked from gentle beams of light
While the snow grew deeper than my thoughts.

Snow Master, Heaven Lord, where am I?
                                     …Sunken, stranded, snowed in...
And then! drops of grace pouring down my windowpane
Becoming pools of water that fill my lonely eyes.
Melting walls, rainbow light, iceless sidewalks: the advent of your rain.

God has not rejected his people whom he foreknew. 
So too at the present time there is a remnant, chosen by grace. 
But if it is by grace, it is no longer on the basis of works; 
otherwise grace would no longer be grace. 

Romans 11:2, 5 - 6

Sunday, January 22, 2012

starry host

[inspired by stargazing in TN and "Cactus in the Valley" by Lights]

Dusty flour
Sprinkled through the sky
Million-fold population
Just particles
Air & matter
We are
No glory of our own
Until you lit us
And we live

I felt the dark
Between my fingers
Encased in sorrow
Letting the unlit
Define me
Forgotten membership
Among the starry host
Of witnesses

Dearly known
Counted tenderly
An imperfect galaxy
Now filled with
Flickering inconsistencies
Like me
All lit by love
Which cannot die out
We are bright

Friday, January 13, 2012


I gazed into the distance
And fear filled my foreground.
To prevent further blurring
I lined my sight with walls.

Keeping company with no one,
I saved myself from suffering.
My dwelling place of safety
Destroyed me from inside.

When gentle animals invaded
My comfortable, quiet peace,
I added barbed wire to my outsides
And preempted new growth and change.

I walked about my little land
My eyes roved over my earth
I saw nothing living, only dead,
And my vision faded like my hope.

With my distorted sight and little help
I knew the tripping was about to start
I predicted the fall – it would be hard –
But I didn’t expect such thorns.

I gathered them up into my hands
And fashioned a bitter crown of thorns
So all would pity my lone estate
And rescue me from self-created walls.

But before my crown was finished though
Thorns were pricking through my shoes
My feet gave way, my stability swayed
And I lay silently on the ground.

Dizzy, I couldn’t bear to open my eyes
I was frightened of deserved condemnation
Looking up at the stars, my vision cleared
And from enclosed reality, I'm released.

Why build up walls, limit love
When love will find me either way?
I am not equipped to see myself
So I’m begging you, Love…

Be here, be here, to stay.


You make beautiful things out of the dust.
{and hope does not put us to shame}