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.

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?

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.

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.

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.