lilacs and daffodils,
on a grassy dell,
in the mid day sun.
on a day in spring,
when the weathers cool,
to sit and dwell,
on the nearness of you.
Tag Archives: free verse
Spring
she teases me
soft breath, moist,
like a kiss on your cheek
and the wind blows,
so sweet in the morning
and she says she’s sorry
for taking so long
that she’ll be back soon
and i believe her
because i’m smitten
Who Are You Lord?
who are You Lord,
to pursue me with Your love?
who made the wind and the rain?
who made the mountains dance
and the very earth tremble.
who are You Lord,
to invest Yourself in me?
I who merit naught but judgment?
I who have spurned the sweetest gifts
of your deep and merciful heart.
Broken
Give me the broken, those in pain.
The wise, made wise by suffering.
Who can know compassion,
Who can know Love,
Who hasn’t hurt, felt anguish,
Known sorrow, and known loss?
Precious is the fellowship of suffering
Humble are those who are broken
And Sweet is the consolation of His Love.
Tonyia
my little girl,
i loved you so much.
i had such hopes,
sweet dreams of holding you,
playing with you,
watching you grow.
i felt you grow inside.
God had taken part of me,
and fashioned something precious,
something lovely,
exquisitely beautiful,
embodied of hope and love
but i lost you.
you were my little girl,
not to hold, never to see
unable to watch you stretch
your arms for the first time,
never to see you experience
this wide wide world.
you were taken too early,
a life, my life,
so short, so tenuous.
my stolen child,
my heart broke for loss.
when you were taken,
part of me was taken too.
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This poem was written for my Aunt Barbara, who lost her first little girl (Tonyia) two days after she was born.
Indescribable
I desire to express an invocation
an elocution most profound
But my words escape me
The ephemeral nature of my heart
cannot grasp the discarnate theme
ethereal, mystical, divine
Cry out, Cry out, inarticulate tongue
insensate instrument of mans desiring
Let the heart give forth praise
indescribable
Creative
the feeling starts small
a persistent discontentment
visceral, driving
to somehow express something higher
more noble than common grey
or elevate the ordinary
to something transcendent
and rich with meaning
Unflinching
I have callously abused my Savior
I have used him, taken advantage
Without shame I have sullied His gift.
I grieve, but not overmuch,
I regret, but not egregiously,
And my shame remains
Too distant, too small
Too little, too late.
It all makes me feel
Unworthy, undeserved
Of His unflinching willingness
To love me even yet.
I Am Redeemed
Crucified
A part of me is dead
departed, flat separated,
And something new
Just beginning
An iron clad declaration
An act of inspiration
An act of love
Has set me free
I am crucified, revived,
Imbibed with a truth
I am made new
I am set free
I am redeemed
Why Stand Ye Desolate
Why stand ye desolate,
Forsaken, full of sorrow?
Why cry ye as the foundations are laid?
Yet now be strong, be strong
For I AM with you
I have promised
My Spirit yet remaineth
Heed My word, wait.
I will shake heaven
I will shake earth
Sea and dry land
I will fill this temple
Its glory, My glory
Will surpass what came before.
Concert
It smells of beer and suntan lotion
Not too thick, and the press of people
Strangers brushing up against you
Attentions paying more heed to the man on stage
He sings of love and heart break
Joking with the crowd
A distant intimacy shared briefly
Among complete strangers.
Chat
there is exuberance in conversation
her *smile*, her quick response
an intimate connection of words,
expressions made plain by type
and nimble fingers.
electrodes speed pithy words
old and newly coined
through air and over land,
rendering space meaningless
brought to you by: huggles and confuzzeled
Little Girl Lost
it is difficult to express in words
or even attempt to capture the loss
of love stolen before fruition
of a little girl lost before her time
Selfish Pain
i found myself thinking today
perhaps i finally understand
how sin hurts. maybe this time
i wont forget, letting go of reason,
taking a plunge and giving up,
wasting love and precious blood
on selfish pain.
The Depth of Mercy and the Breadth
How does one express,
the depth of mercy and the breadth
and width of His great love?
For I have descended
to such great heights
of proud and selfish gain.
And the weight of sin is
a dark and lonely pain.
Yet Christ above
on God’s right hand
intercedes for me…
Oh, unexplainable grace,
death on Calvary.
mine is an undeserved and wasted life
and yet I am redeemed.
Yellow
flee the oppressive warmth of yellow
hot and close, a room full of ichor
bright lights, harsh, glaring down
and ease into twilight.
close your eyes in the half light
a cool expanse, an oasis of calm
and feel the murmur of solitude
alone in a quiet room.
I Remember Growing Up
I remember while growing up, a constant in my life
The presence felt of Faith in God, and knowing that it mattered
How you chose to live with Him,
Love Suffers Love, and Endless Hoping
day suffers day, and emptiness
a pervasive feeling in the back of the soul
and frustration, crying out, but not completely,
to proud to let go of ruined things familiar
self suffers self, and resignation
a comfortable pain that is perversely loved
defying logic to pour energy into an object long dead
to vain to give up hopes of a selfish triumph
love suffers love, and endless hoping
a faithful prompting in the depths of the heart
telling you to let go of sins long held private
to kind to cease from calling you home
Prone
Prone to doubting, Father of power
I lack the faith to trust Thy word
To take the step that means redemption
Accepting love, You as my Lord
Prone to fearing, Father almighty
I lack the courage I need today
To live the life Your love demands me
Love expressing, Thy will, Thy way
Prone to stumbling, Father of mercy
I lack humility to take your love
To accept forgiveness, all my sinning
Thy love astounding, covering all
Dublin
Dublin town, bold and brash
Old and new, aging and young
Dublin town, with ancient roots
Those far from home, who never left