Category Archives: Poetry

The Babbler sits at the corner His voice an instrument Broken since birth What does he say What does he say And comes forth words Like a muddied stream Which none can understand The Babbler sits at the corner Give … Continue reading →

Smashing hammer, Shattered heart Blow by blow, Torn apart. “Fat,” the hammer falls. “Ugly,” the hammer falls. “Stupid,” the hammer falls. “Worthless,” the hammer falls. Shattering blows, Bit by bit On a heart That turns to stone.  

“You’re nobody ’til somebody loves you,” the saying goes. But “Jesus loves me, this I know.” He loves me, he loves me not. He said he did, but then forgot. “My Jesus I love Thee,” my lips shall repeat. Only … Continue reading →

Who am I? I am a mother, a daughter A wife and a lover. Who am I? I am a teacher, a student a woman and a child. Who am I? I am the strong one: a friend and a … Continue reading →

The scars I bear tell the story Of what has wounded me. Like the Savior bore His scars When He hung upon the tree. See here, His hands, His feet, His side My scars are buried deep inside. Can’t you … Continue reading →

Peace elusive, Peace reclusive. Peace. Peace. Peace. PEACE. Chasing wind; Empty dreams. Spewing hate, Preaching peace. And we wonder: My God, WHY? Why is this happening AGAIN? Where walls divide, peace can’t abide. Politics, morality. Virtue dying, Hatred rising. The Me-Generation, All grown-up: … Continue reading →

In my head I am a writer Sitting silent at my craft Coffee warm and steaming upward Swiftly typing my first draft. Laptop open Notebook ready For my every eloquence Lines of prose pour forth before me Words of life … Continue reading →

The barrenness of winter Gives way to the bursting blooms of spring. Twisted, gnarled branches Stretch out their arms For the new season of verdant shade, Protecting birds, squirrels, and me. Bulbs and roots awake from their sleep, Revealing stems, … Continue reading →

  Blowing bubbles: chasing troubles False humility: self-idolatry Floating on the wind, circle back again Time has taken hope forsaken Blowing bubbles: healing troubles True humility: solidarity Facing in the wind, forward to the end Christ awakens hope unshaken   … Continue reading →

  Draw a drink of water Deeply from the well; Wayward woman sitting At the gates of Hell. Living Water quenches What pleasure never can; Filling up her emptiness In the arms of men. Judge not others harshly The wounds … Continue reading →