Outstretched fingers beg for what I can spare. Hurting eyes beg for someone to sit and listen for a while. Stranded feet beg for assistance on their journey. A neglected child’s heart begs for attention. The tired widow’s back begs for support. Lost souls beg for the truth that would set them free. But…Continue reading “Samaritan”
Category Archives: Poetry
‘Twas the night before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for one mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that in the morning, lots of toys would be there. We children weren’t nestled, all snug in our beds, we were downstairs awaiting, for thatContinue reading “‘Twas the night before Christmas”
‘Twas the night before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for one mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that in the morning, lots of toys would be there. We children weren’t nestled, all snug in our beds, we were downstairs awaiting, for thatContinue reading “‘Twas the night before Christmas”
Eternal Spring
Didn’t make it to the well today. Too much to do. Busy, busy. Later, yes, later. Didn’t make it to the well today. Feeling thirsty, but don’t have the time. Didn’t make it to the well today. Supplies running low. Maybe tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. Didn’t make it to the well today. Don’t think I needContinue reading “Eternal Spring”
Thirst
To see your light so bright that it outshines everything else To hear your voice so loud it drowns out all my other thoughts To feel your love so immensely that it erases every black emotion To have your glory flood over my soul so fully that it washes away all else That your presenceContinue reading “Thirst”
Holly or Holy?
This season, will I… be surrounded by presents or be surrounded by His presence? have childlike wonder at the magic of Christmas or wonder at the child – the meaning of Christmas? watch a Christmas movie or watch Christmas move me? see snow fall or His kingdom reign? take my wishes to Father Christmas or myContinue reading “Holly or Holy?”
Fractured
It broke. Again. Shattered in a million pieces on the floor. Seems like I had just put it back together. I stood over it, weeping. I wasn’t sure I had the energy for another repair. It was so hard to get all those pieces to fit together. Was it even worth it? I wasn’t sure.Continue reading “Fractured”
Hands of a Father
Remembering my dad on his birthday today. I wrote this over a decade ago as a gift for him. Hands of a Father The hands of a father, forever extended, reaching. Always ready to give comfort, always loving, always teaching. Continuously outstretched, for the child to take hold. Ready to help her grow, to helpContinue reading “Hands of a Father”
My Path
A firefighter, a ballerina, or a ditch digger. As a small child, these were my career goals. I don’t think much has changed. I’m still all over the place when it comes to “what I want to be when I grow up.” In fact, I’ve come to detest that question. It’s absurd. Not that I’mContinue reading “My Path”
Legacy
Remembering my dad today. Edward Lee Jones, 11/14/43 – 5/19/10 You taught me to pray when I was sick. You taught me to always have an open door. You taught me that I am loveable. You taught me how to make do with what I have. You taught me how to hug. You taught me toContinue reading “Legacy”
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