Mercy. A poem. 

Mercy, it’s morning at last, 

glory and grace 

rise like dawn,

the night shadows

fleeing with 

terror

as justice 

consumes 

their play.

And

my cup

overflows.

*****

Sometimes dawn is enough to make joy rise in our hearts again, isn’t it? I’m thankful this morning for so many of the Lord’s mercies and His unfailing kindness and goodness, His steadfast love and protection. 

In this season of busy-ness as school winds down and summer comes at last and new journeys begin, what blessings of the Lord make your heart overflow today?


Empty me…(a poem)


The struggle is real.

Do more.

Be more.

But wait.

Be still.

Stop.

When life is full that’s when we need to give it up.

Give it all up.

Let the worries and the pressure and the performance fall through the aching holes of our heart,

the heaviness of brown paper package

promises released,

the frustrations of 

self

like sand through a sieve 

emptied

given up

to the One 

who gave Himself 

to fill us up

with 

peace

*

not as the world

gives,

empty,

but

free

Blooming glory: a poem

oughttobe

 like the day lily pushing

up through the soft

spring soil arms up-

stretched to the sun,

we are where 

we are if even 

for a passerby to say

“Glory, would you

look at that!”