summer walk. a poem.

i can breathe under

the green canopy, sweet

leaves releasing air

clean and deep.

hidden in the thick,

blooms peer timid

from their tangled rest.

wearing color on their sleeves

like a heart cry,

“Look and see and do not

pass me by!” The green

envy

shames it back into the shadow’s

embrace, the hope

of the wild ever present

if only to receive its

sting.

“I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world. John 16:33 (ESV)”

 

summer truth rising. a poem. 

HEAT.

rising with the sun

then

PRESSING

hard

against my heart. i STEP

hesitant

on the newly mown 

grass, the FOLDING and BENDING

of each FRAGILE strand

crisp then 

cool

between my toes

too long stuffed in winter

shoes, each step 

FREEDOM,

the bright red of the trumpet

vine SCREAMING

with the release of

TRUTH.

every stamen stretching,

reaching 

for

HOPE.

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