Sunday, December 25, 2016

Festive Ribbon

Festive ribbon, sprawling red
Reminder of the blood once shed
By the One who bore our sin;
In manger, saw His life begin.
No wreath adorned nor sparkling tree
Could replicate this gift to me.
And yet, they point me to the Way
Of hope and faith; my guide, I pray.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Coming Home

The wind dies down
The cold abates
And God abides
My soul partakes
In His promise
Hope is new
In fallen leaf
In sunset's hue
The leaves as raindrops
Address with grace
Their autumn flat
Of residence
Finding home
Claiming home
Coming home

Monday, December 12, 2016

Fishers of Men

Like waves meeting shore
My thoughts crescendo, recede
Into His, once more
And my heart, wanton, longing
Knows it's met its match
That is grand beyond belief;
The Lord makes the catch.

Monday, November 28, 2016


One candle lit
Of a welcome
Yet to be
Full of promise
Waiting hope
Hope in waiting
For the coming
Of our King

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

One Vagrant Cloud

One vagrant cloud
Above my head
Incites a rush
Of awe
Of staid
Too placid
Comfortable me
No other place
I'd rather be

Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your in the glory in the heavens . ~Psalm 8:1

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Heaven's Poetry

Heaven's poetry
Etched in lives
Unworthy prone
To living lies
Heaven's prose
The realm of prayer
When hoping for
Heart made bare
Before the throne
Dreams come true
When all for me
Is all for you.

~Inspired by Ephesians 2:10

Friday, October 14, 2016


Sea Oats bow and bend before the wind
On dunes securing place and livelihood
The roots delve deep protecting sand from waves
Saving one another understood

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Attending Church

Attending church,
Is it rote?
Or does worship
Sing the note
Yet imagined?
Seeking soul
The one to whole.

Monday, September 12, 2016

City on a Hill

Deplorable, I'd rather be
Than unctuous, blind before a crown
Gained only by nefarious means;
Guilt?  Admit?  It is renowned
Among these deemed unwashed, unclean
Masses who desire wall
And dare to speak, heart and mind,
Before they see a nation fall,
That once stood proud, enlightened city
On a hill, heaven's hold
Upon the earthly bonds of men,
To bid them heaven's truth be told.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Monday, August 22, 2016

Carousel Ponies

Carousel ponies, garishly painted,
Attract washed, unwashed, the same.
Round and round the gallop revolves,
Unending pledge falsely proclaimed.
Gold ring!  The prize!  Reach out!  Seize!
Merry-go-round not merry at all.
The children, fraught with worry, fear
At any moment, horses will fall
Up and down, up and down,
Until momentum runs its course.
The ride no more, no more the ride;
To feckless stable, goes the horse.

Friday, July 22, 2016

The Voice of the Lord

I hear you, Lord, not with words
Spoken; I hear you
Indefinably, yet undeniably
I know You are there.  You speak
In language I can only grasp in soul
I rest my case, by grace, this sinning heart
Will treasure an inheritance's promise.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Lord, Let Us Begin Again

From the inside out
From the outside in
Lord, let us begin again
For the taken lives
For lives unsaved
Lord, let us begin again
For a people torn
A people scarred
Lord, let us begin again
For hopeless souls
And visions crushed
Lord, let us begin again
For battered nation
Wounded, marred
Lord, let us begin again
For sake of mercy
Sake of grace
Lord, let us begin again

Monday, July 4, 2016

Ordinary Time

It's ordinary time, Lord,
Making beds and wiping dust
From furniture and fixtures
Doing chores I know I must
Laundry, blinds, sweeping floors
Mirrors polished, toilets cleansed
No matter.  There's always more
To do, to do, to do.  When ended?
Be still and know that I am there
The dust from which I made you
Alone - clay to life, beloved
Ordinary!  No!  Made new!

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

John 8:7

Brood of vipers
Fangs prepared
To strike and catch
The victim, snared.
But are your sins
Erased, made clean?
Throw first stone.
Sin, I redeem.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

You Were Always There For Me

I'm featuring here a moving poem written by my daughter, Sarah Jane Kennedy, in tribute to her grandfather, my Dad, Bill Murdy.  Please show her some love in the comments' section!

You were always there for me
A hand for me to hold
Without words you guided me
And let my truth unfold

You never tried to preach your views
Or push them onto me
I saw the world through my own eyes
You taught without decree

Through nature you and I explored
Walking side by side
You helped me to accept the fact
The moon controls the tide

That every single living thing
Human, insect, tree
Has a purpose here on Earth
Yet's happy just to be

Learning of the world outside
Provided peace within
All the leaves shall fall from grace
And yet are free from sin

Everything that comes will go
But everything that dies regrows

~Sarah Jane Kennedy

Thursday, April 14, 2016

I Will Not Weep

I will not weep
Nor shed a tear
For you, my love.
Through the fear
Of losing you, 
I stand strong.
To see me
Shattered? Wrong!
Glass shards free;
Sharp, splintering,
Spilling me.
Silent pain
Best to endure.
Forever buried;
Let time inure.

Monday, March 28, 2016

Eyes Wide Open

Eyes wide open
Mirrored light
Not from the sun
But in true sight
Of Heaven.  There
I still can see
The light, Lord, shining
Over me.

Friday, February 26, 2016

The Bed Invites

The bed invites royalty;
Not my life, nor my ken.
For pillows postured, decorate
Beginnings, yearnings; not the end.
A fine commencement glorified
In patterns staid, safe and bold.
Eden' grandeur, not the fall,
They plead and beg as they grow cold,
Abandoned to the floor, they keep
Watch as we humbly sleep.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016


Tulips in vase, heads drooping
Spill humbly, lost in prayer.
Vibrant stems bloom heavy,
Know where to leave their care.
At morning's wake, they straighten
But for the one who knows
To stay on knees will promise
The faith on which to grow.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

All the Time

There are no tears in heaven
So let me cry them now
On earth, where sobbing has
Chance of being mercy-heard.
Let me cry.
Let me mourn.
Your words of comfort
Fill the void mistaken for
Your absence, when You were here
All the time
All the time
All the time . . .