At the end of 2020, I pulled together some of my favorite poetry from this blog, combined it with some of my backyard window photography, and made a small book for some in my family who had expressed interest. I … Continue reading Though I Am Small (free ebook PDF)
O, weak and broken soldier, rise!
Get on your feet and fix your eyes
Upon your Captain and your Lord,
Who bids you wield His living sword! Continue reading Rise
I never knew, how my hopes grew,
so silently they spread.
Like ivy leaves on chimney wall
they grew inside my head… Continue reading Where Hopes Lie (a Lament)
I’m just a simple poet,
And well that I should know it,
Lest, deceived, my head should swell
Supposing that I write so well… Continue reading The Simple Poet’s Pen
“Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.”
Thus the ancient preceptor described the ways of the wisdom that comes from above, the wisdom by which, he declares, the Lord himself founded the earth and established the heavens, back when the dew of the world was still fresh on the morning grass… Continue reading Wisdom’s Pleasant Path
Many wonder what He looks like,
picture Him as commonplace;
Though I love Him, yet I tremble,
fear to see Him face to face.
Idol portraits, there are plenty,
plenty, those who dared to try,
Shrink to canvas, paint, and pencil,
He who rides upon the sky… Continue reading His Eyes
His heart torn, as it both loves and hopelessly despairs, the young man sits forlorn, in a tired room, at a worn wooden desk that bears the scarred marks of prior occupants, now ghosts, cottony cobwebs forgotten in the chamber’s dusty past… Continue reading A Bottle of 18-Year-Old Angst
Ravenous locusts blackened the air,
grinding forest and field to grist,
flooding destruction over the land,
a sudden tsunami of deep despair. Continue reading Ghosts and Locusts
The tree once green has now grown dry.
Bright flames, all wickedness decry.
Dawn, the day’s clandestine spy
will soon pry darkness from the sky.
Awake, shake slumber from your eye. Continue reading Trust Him
I saw the song sparrow singing his song;
his melodious voice was so clear,
at once my own heart started singing along,
and rejoiced as each note kissed my ear. Continue reading The Sparrow’s Song
Each day of the future, time binds like a suture
that punctures the present becoming the past.
And layer by layer it forms a conveyer,
transporting me forward, unbidden, unasked… Continue reading The Midsts of Time
At first it was that all was well,
my crops were green and glowing.
But then misfortune touched my dell,
suspicion started growing. Continue reading The Whistle Pig War (Part 2)
Originally posted on Tender Road Journeys:
“He loves me.” “He loves me.” “He loves me.” The “He loves me not” never comes, nor will it. Love is His nature. It’s who He is. His love is unending like A vast field of daisies as far as the eye can see. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Copyright © Tender Road Journeys 2021 All Rights Reserved Continue reading Daisies