Wednesday, July 29, 2015


I cradle you
In the crook of one arm
Behold your face
Eyes peacefully closed.  Hands
Reaching for stars
And tears imagined, fought,
Fall, comfort
Given in the here, now.
In peace, you sleep.
God, your soul safe, will keep.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Twelve Weeks

Twelve weeks
Not possible
Nor probable
Twelve weeks
Year's quarter
Time measured
Death's date
Nine months
Coming soon
One departs
One arrives
Born to live
Born to die
Soul alive
Soul alive

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

A Prayer for Today

Loose cannon
Gunning for victory
Leaves in wake
Abominable history
For seekers
Of His truth.
Loose, Lord,
Your Word, divine.
Make it theirs
Make it mine.