Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Only Hope

There is only hope in this,
no mistake.
This foundation is sure.
There is only hope in this.
Every promise true,
all glory revealed.
If we wait longer, the same end will come.
There is only hope in this.

Monday, April 04, 2016

I Will

I will His pleasure be.
The luscious holiness of His gaze will silence my armies.
My cruel boredom and apathy will fall asleep, 
waking pleasantly as a lifted voice
of desire for wholeness.
I will His pleasure be.
Crawling out of the mud
to dress in royal white as a bridal song.
Leaving everything that had me bound
to carry His weight till His kingdom more fully come.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015


The swirl of the cutting knife...
the slash of the open wound...
heals in body and in soul.
The day I look toward
comes sooner than the pain.
If I remember to lift my face above the beam
of flooding water.
Will this day be always as beautiful
or will another slice bring me to bleed?
It matters not now.
It matters that today
is a good day,
not a death.

Sunday, June 14, 2015


Suddenly, I have no more past.
The hand reaching for more than it can grasp,
and suddenly touch.
Suddenly, I have all I need
to forbid everything I want.
Suddenly, the world is straight,
not slant.
If I wait longer, I will arrive somewhere else.
I long to stay, so suddenly I will rest.

Thursday, January 01, 2015


He's coming after me.
Reigning on the earth.
A Spirit of wisdom and revelation.
He searching the earth to find a faithful girl.
A girl with a child's laugh
and a mother's affection.
He's coming after me.
To ransom me from the enemy.
Zeal in His eyes
and joy sealed on His heart.
His presence is a warning and a hope.
The Spirit of wisdom and revelation.
The culmination.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Autumn and Fall

Mommy, the trees are in hell!
Look! Red, orange, yellow like the sun’s fire.
Mommy, the tree are burning and can’t last long.
Leaves rushing to green grass for relief.
The leaves are on fire! Mommy!
They are burning like those lost souls.
What ever will we do?
How can we escape the horror
of our burning leaves
and the repercussions of our sins?

Wednesday, August 20, 2014


Canon my thoughts.
Hold those holy and toss those unworthy.
Canon my lips.
Pressed upon one lover—those keep.
Those wasted on another-those forget and deny.

Canon my hopes.
Those that come to pass—those remember.
Those that never—those forget.