Do you want to walk?
Do you want to walk? John 5:1-9
Category: Poems
Little garden, it’s time to sleep.
I have a little garden. For me, it is like a little church. It’s a place that makes it easy to feel God’s closeness. He teaches me in my garden. I think that, w...
Golgotha
Golgotha Of the wood, an abrading kiss; of the iron, a spear; of the empty, an edifice; of the heavens, a tear. Of the nails, a piercing bliss; of the sheep, a ...
I would be just a thimbleful
I would be just a thimbleful to one who counts humility; or even less to one who seeks a sea of docibility. To him who gathers deeds of saints and their venerab...
Poor in Spirit
Poor in Spirit Is it enough to turn from the world, rejecting the styles and movements of things that are but shadows that we use to fill our homes, adorn our b...
Annunciation
In the cool darkness, a muffled affirmation and light came again, a far off star penetrating the moonless cloudy night; piercing the vaporous veil, from sky to ...
I Walked the Road
I walked along the 7-mile stretch of road from the past to tomorrow. My feet bare, smoothed by the beige cosmetic dust that gathered imprint toes, betrayed the ...
An abandoned hunger
An abandoned hunger The need to belong Growls in its grave Deep within. Yet empty the tomb of Echoes of spirit The voice of the word Is hushed at the door. With...
Like the Rock in Horeb
I am like the Rock in Horeb, an island in the gray sea of the wasteland of Sin; unmoving, unhidden, stubborn to the stars. Strike me, break me open at the dry f...
