Tag: Love

You Can Call Me Peter

Among Bible characters, I have often identified with Mary, the sister of Martha and Lazarus. I can easily spend time in contemplation about God or spiritual matters, essentially sitting at the feet of Jesus, while the chores of the day go unnoticed. I have also...

Have You Read What He Said? – A Poem

You think He’s a prophet, a great teacher, nothing more, nothing less Seriously? Have you ever read the many crazy things He said? He spoke like a street corner sandwich-board From that time on Jesus began to preach, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has...

Thoughts on “Discovering My Purpose”

The following is an essay I wrote for the Faith and Culture Writers Conference 2014. It is the essay that I mentioned in an earlier post that was scored 29/100 by one judge and 68.5/100 by the other. One of the comments I received from...

Experiencing Texas Skillet – Blind Poetry Poem

The prompt today at dVerse Poets Pub Meeting at the Bar is “The Blind Poet,” which means we were to write a poem using any or all of the senses except sight. I immediately thought of food and all the smells, sounds, and tastes that go...

We Should Have Named Him Trouble – A Character Poem

The MeetingTheBar prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub today was to write a character sketch, or include a character sketch, in a poem. Because our new kitten is at the vet today getting neutered he is on my mind, so I decided to write about...

End of the Story – An Object Poem

The prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub Meeting at the Bar today was to write a poem inspired by someTHING — to write about the sensory and memory perceptions from an object old or new. A particular object immediately came to mind, and I tried...

Unheard – A Sedoka (Sort of)

The deafening sound of a cry unheard, silenced ‘ere it had a chance at life Echoes whispering in a mother’s heart and soul aching to hear what’s unheard * * * * * 2/25/14 Update: Shared this for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night today...

My Heart, Your Home – A Poem

My heart is a mansion where Christ dwells The parlor filled with His mercy The kitchen overflows with His love   But in a back room locked up tight dwell fear, doubt, and guilt Sometimes late at night they make their escape Squatters wreaking havoc...

Remembering to Breathe

Some people may have noticed that I haven’t been posting much lately. In fact, I’ve only posted one thing since Jan. 1, 2014. It’s not that I haven’t had ideas of things to write, because I have. And it’s not that I haven’t had any...

The Sweet Eve of Christmas Day – A Poem

‘Tis the sweet eve of Christmas Day I pray that all will find the way To the manger where Jesus sleeps See the treasure His mother keeps This quiet will last but a little while For one day Mary will not smile To see her...