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
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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
Resilience speaks without a sound,
With words uplifting and profound.
All nature has her on display,
I saw her just the other day… Continue reading Resilience Speaks
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
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
O what a world we live in today,
Sometimes I feel like I’m melting away.
Good versus evil, the lines have been drawn,
What good can I do when I’m only a pawn. Continue reading O, What a World
Hidden away where nobody sees,
High in the arms of a cluster of trees,
Safe in a home where I know I belong,
Resting from stresses in One who is strong… Continue reading Hidden and Safe
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