A Quiet God with Loud People

Christ sacrificed

skin,

speech,

defense,

and life —

it is,

perhaps,

the least we can do

to sacrifice

our impulse

to dominate

in argument

and put

in its place

prayer.

On Spirit

I find it difficult

to write

poems of

spirit and faith —

a challenge

that surprises me,

for there are, truly,

few moments

more poetic

than casting my heart

onto the ground,

crying out to my Creator,

in desperate hope and distress,

for relief from the boulders

that burden me to the earth.

What do you carry in your heart but struggle to write about?