Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Saving Rope

The world, precariously held
On Atlas' shoulders, shakes
And, shudders.  Spins out of control.
What are we to make
Of changes, charges, clash, and chaos,
Threatening and real?
Life, so precious, in the balance;
Is there room to heal?
Is there time?  Is there time?
Or, have we squandered hope?
What will it take for climbing souls
To cling to saving rope?

Friday, July 18, 2014

Rain Drops

Rain drops soft, yet large,
Fall to earth from sky.
Quiet tears shed
From self-conscious eye;
Reminding me to mourn,
Reminding me to grieve
For loved ones who have passed.
God's grace, my one reprieve.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Where Wild Birds Sing . . .

The house is empty.
Alone, I'm here.
The silence swells
To quiet.  Clear
Sound beyond sound,
As walls inhale
And windows sigh,
The roof exhales.
I open door
And walk outside
Where wild birds sing
And lives collide
With blessings pure;
God's presence, sure.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Raining Sand

"Look, Gammie, raining sand!"
Through Virginia's fingers slide
Moist grains, trickling tear drops
Effortlessly descend; glide
From embracing hands.  Set free
To be welcomed far below,
In sandbox rest, finding home.
The peace grains share, we yearn to know.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Crown of Thorns

Among the living,
Death dwells.
Stalking, lurking
In the shadows,
For, in darkness,
Death fears nothing.
Shows its face.
Mocks believers.
Taunts and jeers.
Yet, there is light
Upheld on high
In crown of thorns:
Eternal life.

Friday, July 4, 2014

A Great Nation

I will make you
A great nation,
Says the Lord.
Under God,
United.  One.
Souls together,
Standing strong.
Yet, idols fashioned
Come between
Offered grace,
Redemption's plan.
Promise made
To us by God, 
We spurn, reject.
No comfort now
In once great nation
He would make
If we allowed.
We stand forlorn.
We stand alone.