Ashes, ashes

Photo by Daria Shevtsova on When my thoughts go to your younger years and I hear your deep voice cursing the time, my eyes fill with hot tears and I wonder if singing Jesus Loves Me with you as a toddler was enough. I lit a fire this New Year and watched the hot... Continue Reading →

This year

This year I watched the world burnwith anger and liesI watched my sons wallow in the mireand I prayed. This year I watched my friends build theories about conspiraciesand I watched my neighbors wave their flags high. This year I heard cries for justice from the least of us among us and felt strange disdain... Continue Reading →

In me

Photo by Pixabay on there's a dancer a singer a crafter a word-wielder In me there's a hospital builder a wound washer a home maker a child discipler In me there's a shepherdess a prophetess a pianist a lyricist In me there's a warrior a defender a rescuer a runner a strong-armed carrier In... Continue Reading →

Whatever you do this Christmas

Come with your indifference with your mocking with your doubts with your questions come with your lies with your rejection with your acceptance with your imperfections come with your health with your doctrine with your thoughts with your past come with your burdens with your poverty with your riches with your fear whatever you do... Continue Reading →

The good of Christmas lights

Light it upLook hereThe darkness has to flee Let it shineLet it glowLet the love of Christ showLet the things that hideBe exposed Let the things that runCome back no more Let the glory of the LordCapture every eyeBurst from every doorBefore he rises like the sunAnd reigns forevermore

He fled

All this time I shrunk back. I heard the low rumble of his growl I remembered the pain The times he blamed and enticed me to curse God and die. I remembered sinking in the sand he told me was solid ground. And I pulled back. There is a lion out there in the street.... Continue Reading →

body, bread and gummy fruit

I “teach” a preschool class at my church a couple times a month. It’s not really teaching, it’s an effort in preventing total rebellion amongst 4 year olds for 1 hour. This poem was sparked by how God always uses those kids to teach me what it's like to be part of his family. When... Continue Reading →

Fly fishing lesson

Start with yarn Begin with listen Commence to lake Now watch Make a loop Pull the line It's all in the forearm Just a whip Nice Now do this Tall young men Students Wise fisher woman Guide It's not boring Constant moving Scenic views Meadow Pine and Spruce The breeze slowed Line now dances Without... Continue Reading →

Hannagan Meadow In My Ear

warm sunlight on my chest cool high-altitude breeze on my face sun-kissed skin cool touch from wind songs of finch beckon in my ear rush of sound wave of air through Aspen Spruce and Pine wings a flutter thousands of reps per second green, blue shimmering wings in my ear inches from my face she... Continue Reading →

the war is over grandma

grandma was a little girl back in 45 "It's over. The war." her teacher hollered outside she remembered that day outside the schoolhouse also a church kicking the can to play she remembered being mad the teacher's news meant no more fun she wanted to run she recalled the holler little river rock house where... Continue Reading →

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