We speak lies
but reveal
our truths
in action,
as though
deceit
just can’t make it
all the way
to our hands.
Month: March 2020
Headline of Satire: I
2020 Election to be Held in Style of Masked Singer, with Candidates to Dress as Their Favorite Character from Scandal
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XXI
I can’t
deny
having known you;
we have
the same
pattern
of
stitches.
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XVII
May we
consider it good
that we are broken,
for we often
heal into
a thing
much stronger
than before.
Ironic Beauty
When you consider the moss and the clay, it seems wildly unreasonable that we don’t give it space in the prestigious category “beauty.” God made flowers and stars and lightning bugs, sure, but He also crafted the things less immediately radiant: the soil, the stones, the molding bark on trees. Without vibrant colors or sweet aromas, these things yield a beauty beyond senses: purpose. How beautiful it is to have purpose; has anything else ever been so tirelessly pursued?
Go ahead, give her a bouquet of molding tree bark; weed out the narrow thinkers 😉
(What else is beautiful because of its purpose or potential that we don’t traditionally honor with the title beauty?)
Barabbas
I cannot
help
but to admit
that I am
Barabbas,
released
to an undeserved
freedom
at the Name of Jesus.
Firestone Friday: Poem XXI
A powerful freedom
exists in knowing
that your identity,
your unchanging essence,
and your inextricable value,
do not rest
in production,
so whether you produce
triumphs or failures
or nothing at all,
you remain
as richly radiant
as you always have.
Fear
“Fear is
a lie.”
Fear
told me
you would
say that.
Peace
You always
look for peace
in me,
like a gambler
places
another
bet,
certain that
this,
this will be the time,
that hope
outwits
your odds.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XX
It has
to be
a great
burden
to carry
my heart,
but one
wouldn’t
know it
by the way
you
move,
unladen.
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