Over the years, I have occasionally written prayers that are poetry. I'll be posting these on occasion.
They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name "teacher" for the name "student" that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty. In the process of developing one's self, you loose pieces, find other long-lost … Continue reading Framed
The third part of the "Toronto Trilogy" She Worships ...raising her hands above her creamy coffee-toned skin and tight, dark curls. ...closing her eyes and singing along with the praise song. ...leaning against the sprightly, accountant-type, balding husband of hers. He Worships ...joining our motley choir, grabbing a song folder. ...thanking us and the God … Continue reading She Worships
In Different Ways Written Sunday, July 10, 2016 I see you worshiping in bare feet, And look down at my dress shoes, I hear you singing your language to instruments, While I sing my four-part, English acapella, You raise your hands and face to the sky, While I clasp my hands and bow my head. … Continue reading Travel Journal: Cambodia 4
God, I just don't know How to love that person, I don't know, If I should wait or move on, I don't know What deserves my time, I don't know What to prepare for in the future, I don't know Where you want me to go, I don't know Why this is now, I don't know … Continue reading All You Ever Need to Know
He's finished supper. He's poured the wine, broken the bread, and left a message. To live right, we must remember Him. He's washed feet, even the feet of those who will betray, deny, forsake Him, and left the second message. To live right, we must serve everyone. Everyone. He's sung a hymn, and left another … Continue reading Thy Kingdom Come
When I was small, My mommy would make our daily bread, Her loaves were round-topped Golden, delicious softness. But still, I liked it better to make my own, She gave a lump of dough, Showed how to sprinkle flour, Formed her large loaf. I formed mine. And when, all baked, the loaves came forth … Continue reading Not Kneaded