Tag Archives: Poetry
Bible in a pileSupplicant
Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain
Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?
Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?
Ununited
Second Thoughts: On Hope
Common Flowers: A Haiku
Let’s dream far too big
Of a dreamy-type of love
To fit us misfits
Not Natural
Black diamond, I’m afraid
The day draws near
You’ll allay alone
You scare them so
They’ll ask, aroused
They’ll linger, then loiter
Then, taunted by some ego
They’ll tumble
You found them
You called them
Out
Heart Me: A Haiku
I promise myself
A rolled-out barrel of fun
And a rose garden
Damnedest Liar
Words I will not speak
Questions I can’t utter
Answers you know and forever owe
To my eyes
I cannot live without you, ’tis true
Did you hear the clover cry all those thousand miles?
This, you promised, our story
You, the damnedest liar!
Regarded Estate
Home and I need no directions
No machines or magic-makers
Deciding which road, route, by-way, or highway
Ought be my way
Or an illusory “our way”
Home and a good home
No improvements or additions needed
Accepting no half-hearted counteroffers, no contingencies
I am as is
The best there is
Original Thought Credit: Horatio G. Spafford, “It Is Well With My Soul”
flowerless
…and as the smoke rolls away
And a new fog-like mist emerges
And I leave all who is Home to me
Tell me there’ll be sun today….
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