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.

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

Scatter-pat

Address with grace

Their autumn flat

Of residence

Finding home

Claiming home

Coming home

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.