Journey Not Expected

As it is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet:  "A voice of one calling in the wilderness, 'Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight pats for Him.'" ~Luke 3:4

Journey not expected

Is the road to take

When interrupted

For God will make

Rough ways smooth

The ruts and potholes filled

His way before us

Calm and gentle

Stilled

Alone - Holy Saturday Reflection

Alone

So alone

Hiding

He is gone

Grieving

Bitter tears

Hope

Hope flies

Away

And yet

Maybe

Not alone

Promise

Words recalled

Tears

Wash clean

Eyes 

To see

Strong Together

Two stand strong together

One of Chosen People

One of City on the 

Hill, side by side

Resolved, united, one

In heart and mind and soul

That peace may come; God's peace

To heal, and make us whole.

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.

Advent

One candle lit

Beginning

Of a welcome

Yet to be

Full of promise

Waiting hope

Hope in waiting

For the coming

Of our King