The people of God are largely a forgotten people. And theirs are the names that are engraved on the palm of the Creator God of the universe, names that will remain forever, forgotten in this life perhaps, but not for a second forgotten by the One who brought them into being and sustains their every breath and will hold them in his omnipotent arms forever.
Onward Pressed
O’er parched and sandy earth where sun has killed All but the most resilient weeds, where spear- Like winds hurl dust and wolves loom nigh and jeer, A flock trails near its shepherd wise and skilled And follows him despite hope unfulfilled. Through mountain passes narrow, rocky, sheer, Where enemies from hidden lairs peer, He … Continue reading Onward Pressed
The God of Gate H1
You wake up early and lug your luggage downstairs to wait for your Uber driver. Mild anxiety hangs in the air like the smell of last night's burnt coffee. Will he arrive? Almost to the minute of his scheduled arrival at 6:20, he pulls up in his new white CRV and helps you load your … Continue reading The God of Gate H1
Last Christmas
Last Christmas angels parted golden skies With festal shouts of hope, goodwill, and peace. Night shepherds’ little lambs with whitest fleece Pressed in around my son to soothe his cries. Then men from ancient lands who analyze The stars appeared to us to our increase, For gold and fragrances that would release Us from our … Continue reading Last Christmas
To Glory
From desert heat they perish, parched and glum.Bare, blinded, and abused they wander longTo quench their thirst; if only they could numbThe sweltering pain and find their long-sought song. In utter darkness desperate children gropeFor something they can’t even name or dream.Eternity inside demands they hope;In whom or what, though, yet remains unseen. Through blinding … Continue reading To Glory
The Shipwright and His Boat
A boat floated just off the pier, severe The sight, did not appear to quite cohere To scenes the pier was most accustomed to. Despite its watertight design, a crew That knew their ropes by day, by night, frostbite, Sun’s scorching light that did not one affright, The boat moved not a mote, did not … Continue reading The Shipwright and His Boat
He Who Looked On
"Nose against the cardboard, he still smelled each sibling's scent." The tale of the one left behind. Click to read more.