The Island Calls

I long to see

God's glory in a face

Met with death

Untimely, in a place

Where evil, rampant,

Rules by rule alone;

Dispensing justice

As a privilege honed.

Arrogant, proud,

The island calls:

'Why should I care

Who takes the fall?'

He Makes Us Whole

The journey, long before us,

Lies in wait,

Challenging our fears.

Will time abate

The doubts invading thoughts?

Will God control?

Only, when we let Him

Make us whole.

Trains

The train calls me forward;

Tells me, "Don't look back!

Trust in the journey

Forward!"  Room for slack?

Not on this watch

Where perils deftly lie,

And, lay in wait for those

Who question and defy.

Convenient answers strewn

Like wedding petals tossed

Fecklessly, carelessly scattered,

At feet of bride, then lost.

My journey, like no other.

Resounding trains, still calling,

Heart quickens to the sound;

Soul knows:  I'm not failing.

I'm redeemed.  I am found.