Poetry/Short Stories


The Running Man

I wrote this poem about the recent death of a close friend of mine. The world lost a wonderful warrior of God. But what is our loss is heaven’s gain. I will forever remember his compassionate soul. The only contrast here, in the City of Gold, is the ample gems under my feet. Fluorite and tanzanite, topaz and amethyst, emerald …Continue reading →

“The Divine Image” by William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is Man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And …Continue reading →

“Present” by Luci Shaw

This is one of my favorite poems by Luci Shaw. It’s a brief but beautiful picture of the deleterious effects of the atonement on Christ and its beneficial effects for us. At light speed, God speed, time collapses into now, so that we may see Christ’s wounds as still bleeding, his torso, that ready sponge, still absorbing our vice, our …Continue reading →

“Poetry” by Pablo Neruda

And it was at the age . . . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly …Continue reading →

A Celestial Secret

Your last breath; Our first touch. Your gentle spirit; What’s not to love? Your tenderness lit up the room When your angelic face peaked out your mother’s womb. Our souls connected, Our fingers intertwined, I held your tiny hand inside mine. You held real still, You hardly made a fuss, As we imagined you crying through the night— Lungs full …Continue reading →

Nothing Gold Can Stay

This short poem is one of my favorites by Robert Frost. In just eight short lines, he captures the transience of beauty from a leaf to the Garden of Eden. NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So …Continue reading →

“Ragman” by Walter Wangerin, Jr.

I saw a strange sight. I stumbled upon a story most strange, like nothing in my life, my street sense, my sly tongue had ever prepared me for. Hush, child. Hush now, and I will tell it to you. Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking the alleys of our City. …Continue reading →

Passion

  Passion rises from the East to dress the dawn in a shroud of gold. She blushes in a monochromatic sky contrasting the hues of blue above her eyes. “Hold my hand,” he says, “with your warm rays.” She responds, “By dusk and dove’s flight bring a red rose into the West Garden and I will place my fiery fingers …Continue reading →

Morning Blades

Have mercy on me, O Lord, a saint who sins. For You and You alone are truly merciful. Only you can understand why You’d forsake Your throne to be scorned at the hands of cowards, all-the-while, being left fatherless during the height of Your suffering. How great is Your mercy? Greater than all the grains of sand in all the …Continue reading →

brave meekness

Red hot sparks burn twice, only a masochist calls it paradise. Atoms of rebellion seek to start a fight, a battle already lost and found redeeming our birthright. Freedom is a gift of which pleasure and pain concurrently reign. And character is waiting to walk down the road less traveled. Today, sacrifice is no longer esteemed but considered God’s weakness …Continue reading →

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