DUSK

birds nest, the light fades

dusk yawns, and the moon

peeks early

*

the sun objects and tries to sing

one last line as darkness drapes

its diamond-studded satin sheet

against the dreamy blue sky

the day is gone, done trying

*

birds rest, convinced tomorrow

the earth will once again

open wide to provide its morning meal and

the sun, while he slumbers now,

will return in time to give the blessing

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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

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To be reprinted only by permission of the author.

THE FIRE, THEN THE GLAZE: A Poem

THE FIRE, THEN THE GLAZE

we are all born to be clay on
the Potters table
yearning to be molded by
prophetic hands, blistered and worn
the markings of a Master Artist who’s
been working with His hands longer
then His name existed

we are all eager to be crafted
but fear the fire

it’s what we all need though
to feel the flame of renewal
it’s what the Potter wants
it’s what He came here to do

passing us through the fire triumphantly
glazed and useful
making beautiful creations
destined to become bowls
some spoons
some cups
ready to hold the Water of Life

but He knows
that purpose is found first by being wise to be useful
and then willing
willing to be broken and made new

there is no fear in being broken
when the One who loves you more
than life is holding you

no piece broken will be lost
no one is ever lost
just waiting to be found
and when He finds you
be ready to be emptied
while empty
prepare to be filled
so filled to overflowing
we wet the feet of those who thirst around us

what joy to water the earth!

but first, the molding
then the carving
the fire, then the glaze


From THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

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IT’S TIME

i have
to be
kicked
pulled down
dragged out
shoved
bumped
squeezed
rammed and broken to change

it must be time to change

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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

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To be reprinted only by permission of the author.

ALL THINGS NEW (A Prayer): Poem

ALL THINGS NEW

bless this seed, Lord
i have seen what Your blessing can do
my sins have left me bare and
deserted
i will not allow myself to
wallow in my bad decisions
but instead
i ask for Hope
send rain to this dry patch of earth
my soul cries for the rain that forgives

forgive me Lord
for allowing my storehouse to go stale
where harvested dreams sat for many years
through famine and wanting
feeding no one
i repent

i only have this one seed, Lord
i trust my heart with no one but You
make something new
no one else can create like You do

share with me Your secrets to giving
Father, break this ancient grain and
shower upon it the good rain
the one where mercy and grace abound

i choose You to bless this seed, Lord
may it grow and bear fruit
and feed for generations to come

allow me to sit with You
high on a mountaintop
between the valleys blessed and
valleys cursed
and watch You
turn my seed into a garden and
a garden into vineyards and
vineyards into abundance
abundance of praise for eternity


from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

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To be reprinted only by permission of the author.