Tag: poetry

Pride is a pit. A pit full of darkness. Between mountains it lies hidden. The Boy wasn’t looking for it. No, he was looking for something higher. He was climbing the mountain slowly, his feet moving higher with every word of praise he received. “They love me,” he had...

The sky is pink this morning. I see houses silhouetted by the morning sun. Strokes of lavender, wisps of blue, you are painting the sky for your own pleasure, and I get to watch. You’re a God of joy. You like to smile. Does the sunrise make you smile?...

God, I’ve had a word on my mind for a while now. And I don’t know what to do with it. Is it from you? I don’t know, maybe it is. Sometimes I have a hard time knowing. The word makes me wonder, God. Do I get the wrong...

Temporis IV ("Of time") is the last of a series of four poems reflecting on time and seasons of life....

Temporis III ("Of time") is the third of a series of four poems reflecting on time and seasons of life....

Temporis II ("Of time") is the second of a series of four poems reflecting on time and seasons of life....

Temporis I ("Of time") is the first of a series of four poems reflecting on time and seasons of life....

Frustration fills me as I stare at the blank page. I know I can do this, I tell myself. I know I can do this. Then why is it so hard? Every day I take out pen and page, filled with a hard determination. I’ll do it this time,...

In this hour, This day, This minute, We are keenly aware of the fact That life is a handful of water Gripped in our tightly clasped fingers. The more we clench our fists, The more tightly we hold on to the droplets, The faster they drip between our fingers...

Drop. Drop. Drip. Drop. Look up, child, and see the rain. See how it falls? It falls from the heavens. So high. See the clouds? Don’t be afraid. See the drops? Hundreds. Thousands. Millions and millions and millions Of drops. I made them for you, child. Look at the...