DREAM MAKING: A poem

DREAM MAKING


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

PAPER PILLAR POEMS

PAPER PILLAR POEMS

i gather these words as
stones collected from the
hard places i’ve traveled

tiny memorials of His creative work in me
i compile them upon blank pages
to stand as wide-eyed witnesses
to the presence of my God

every line, my testimony
to this breath i live by
every verse
evidence of an empty tomb

it is His grace inked and stained
on my fragile paper heart
these words stand because of Him

these lovely paper pillars
calling out to those lost in the darkness
come and see the great things He has done

where would i be without this Light


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

JEHOVAH CANDY JOY

JEHOVAH CANDY JOY

i love morning worships when

just before the sky sings and the trees stretch

i get to open your Word and stuff my soul like a child

eating cotton candy at the fair for the first time

everything about You is delicious


From the book The Truth About Love

ENCOURAGING DEATH: A Poem

Standing and unmoved
I didn’t allow the stench of Death
To affect me

Standing and unmoved
I didn’t let the screams of Death
overtake me

Beside his bed
I held his hands
Hands that were unfamiliar
And prayed for Death
Who to me
Was a liar and a killer

Waiting and unmoved
I wondered if Goodness and Mercy
Had gone on and left me
Praying and unmoved
Death then whispered something to me

Death dying, Death shaking
Death speaking
Saying, “Help me!”

Holding his hand
(So unfamiliar)
I stood by Death
Who to me
Was a liar and a killer

With Death dying, Death crying
I spoke, saying
“I really should be going
I’m not supposed to be here
I turned my eyes for just one second
And now I’m lost
I really should be leaving.”

Then Death spoke
Coughing, wheezing
begging, “Please stay
And comfort me awhile
It helps me just to see your smile
Don’t worry
I can’t hurt you now my sweet
I know my fate
It’s death that waits for me.”

Now seated beside him
I didn’t allow the stench
Of Death to affect me
Sitting unmoved
I wondered if Goodness and Mercy
Would still be waiting

Squeezing his hand
(So familiar)
I encouraged Death
Who used to be a liar and a killer

“OK, I’ll stay
For a little while, anyway.”
And I stayed
Comforting Death
Unmoved by his affliction

Then for a second
I closed my eyes
And found me in a new position
On Death’s bed!
I was shaking, I was crying, dying
Moved from my foundation

I couldn’t speak
But Death spoke
Grinning, Saying
“Thank you.”
And that was all.
He then strode out the door
Hand in pocket
Down the hall.
And left me,
With hands unfamiliar
Screaming at Death
Who to me
Was a liar and a killer.


From the book Grow Freedom

IF YOUR DREAMS ARE VAGUE: A Poem

IF YOUR DREAMS ARE VAGUE

if your dreams are vague

then your purpose is vague

then your focus is vague

then your future

if your future is vague

then your passion is vague

then your asking is vague

then your giving

if your giving is vague

then your need is vague

then your hope is vague

then your prayers

if your prayers are vague

then your answers are vague

then your faith is vague

then your God 

From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE 

Exit

speak to me like a poem
touch me like you mean it
need me like there’s no way out
and i’m your only exit

From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE


PAINT ME MELANCHOLY

I was left

High upon your shelf

Waiting…like everybody  else

For a love that would not come

Now time’s small

Pond has become a

Sea, and has painted me

Pitch black

Weighed down

Drowning in melancholy


Poem from the book Grow Freedom

Rubble

i cannot count

how many times

you’ve built these walls

with just a breath

they crumble.

you have become

my tower

of confusion

and i am lost

within your rubble.


Poem from the book The Truth About Love