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
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
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)
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
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
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
I’m waiting for the sun to shine,
While all is dismal gray below.
The numbing cold is anodyne,
The turbid sky is thick with snow. Continue reading Faith’s Perdurance
Without your hand, I try to stand,
But underneath my shoes and socks
The fickle ground just tilts and rocks,
And lands me down upon my knee,
I need your hand to steady me. Continue reading Please Hold My Hand
A stranger and an exile
in a land I once called home.
The world is waning stranger
as I peer into the gloam.
My bleary eyes breathe teary cries,
as all the days wax dim.
My tender nerves have no reserves
my hope has withered grim. Continue reading Hope Has Withered Grim
Regard me kindly, if you will,
I’m somewhat worse for wear, but still
I’m getting by the best I can,
And trusting in my Maker’s plan. Continue reading Regard me Kindly