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.
Thank You
By the time you read this, Laura and I will be somewhere in the middle of a 26 hour plane ride to the other side of this ol' world of ours. Even as we leave so many family members and friends behind, we don't leave without hope, hope so many of you instilled within us, and we're grateful.
Together
How good it was to listen to the doctor's Detailed overview of all that she had done Because she'd started the conversation with "Everything went fine." How good it was to wait that extra 30 minutes While someone sleepy slowly woke up and nurses Did their nursing on the sun who lights my sky. How … Continue reading Together
Back to the Starting Line
"I feel I am about to get back to the starting line of the waiting game again." Tomorrow Laura has surgery.
Into Death Like His
I followed them, the restless, jeering lot, Down dusty, well-worn paths outside our town. Not even clamoring taunts and wails could drown The anguished cries of whip-flailed flesh now shot Clean through with nails. Him? Him whom I had sought For so long, pining for his peace? His crown Did not resemble one due him, … Continue reading Into Death Like His
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
Wait
Bombs burst, exploding, guns unloading,Whole cities, families crack, implodingWhile life and hope corrode. We gropeIn darkness, begging for a ropeWe might cling to. Send us a wingTo lift us, something, anything,Upon which we might sail. We’re frail,And thick and heavy is the veilThat overlies our cries. Our eyesWeep bitterly and agonizeOver the one who’d turn … Continue reading Wait
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
The Magnitude of the Story
I can't get over the magnitude of the story. The highest king in the highest court robed in the highest glory looked out over his vast kingdom and saw a patch of darkness, an enclave of evil within his realm of light. Smoke rose from the spot, smoke from the fires that the king's great … Continue reading The Magnitude of the Story