Flight to Heaven

What happens when they close their eyes for the last time? We speak of heaven and how they’re dancing and singing with the angels That’s easy to imagine But it doesn’t stop the pain from coming in waves God wanted them home a bit quicker than we thought We can’t help but ask ‘why’ Why…

Bloom!

Life can be ironic sometimes The things you once pined for Become the things you loathe And the places you once loved to go Sometimes feel like the inside of a cell Pause.  Recall the promises that brought you here Though it may not feel like it today, You are not stuck, you are planted. …

On the Brink of the New

Do you see it yet?
Rivers in dry places
Roads in the middle of nowhere

In the Eye of the Storm

The storms are brewing. Gathering, as though summoned by an unseen force. Sound the ‘war cry’, they shout. As tensions mount, The battle in the heavenlies continues What is the cost of a nation’s freedom? What is the price of a nation’s peace? [if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves,…

Jesus Is…

(Sometimes, it’s beautiful to imagine being the person in charge of giving Jesus a citation or an invitation to a table (He shakes my tables sometimes by the way lol). It makes me wonder if whatever I plan to say will carry the weight. Take a deep breath; bask in silence; breathe in and out;…

Poems from the Fire: Stay Close

So stay close,
Breathe,
Sing,
Dance,
Be

Essence

We are changing, No one stays the same. But God does.  He is as Emmanuel now as He was then Sometimes, I am more more aware of Him But it doesn’t change the fact that He never leaves.  He is always there, peering into the room and asking to come in Never forcing open the…

A Nation Bleeds

A nation bleeds  Her people groan Heads bowed Knees aground   Her cries for help are not in vain But she despairs too easily  Forgetting the victories of years gone by   If it was not the Lord who has been on her side? She would have been desolate, and empty Begging for the crumbs…

Wonder

What could be more important than spending time with the One who gave me life?

Prisoner of Hope-A Poem

Who am I that He is mindful of me? Why does my heart drum wildly in His presence? Why do I hope for tomorrow even in the midst of a painful present, And the distant echo of a sour past As though I were a prisoner chained to hope. Why bother to explain something that…