On a Thursday

And I just want to get
Closer to Him who saves
And fall down at His feet
To learn from all his ways.

Please help me Lord I feel
But feeling’s not enough
Decend upon my heart
Make smooth that which is rough.

I Would Listen

Though it pierce me in the heart
And draw blood in ocean waves
Though it tell me sweet sweet things
That there is love for me.

Though it tell me I must change
though it tell me I must move
though it tell me I must act
though it tell me I must wait.

Though my ears are deaf
and my tongue is dumb
truth is what I seek
and of course its love.

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If I Were Honest…

Taking time to listen
I might just hear a sound
And so I go to find you now
I pray you’ll be around.

Travels

Here in the bright sun
With the hot wind at day
And the cold wind at night
With the sand
And the snakes,

Here the harshness speaks volumes
Speaks words we would never want to say
Speaks of our hearts and to our hearts
And here (in this wilderness)
Is the voice of God.

Let my heart be still
And let the words ring clear
Whether a whisper or a shout
From a friend
or an enemy
Let me listen in this place
and let what is spoken
sit in my bones
and may my mind and heart understand
What my soul has already learned.

We have all been many places
even if we never leave home
and what we look for
this is not inside of ourselves.

Meditation

Because love is such a thing
And we all want to find it here
I sit in silent prayer.

Trinity

When He answers
It is time for me to sit.

When He speaks
It is time for me to act.

When He loves
I am completely undone.

Listen

This may be
a season long
be still to hear the voice.

Earth and Sky and Word

I feel as though in harder times
I may have sewn some weighty seeds
And now the rain begins to fall
And I can feel the earth.

I studied like to ancient men
And prayed as though mountains moved
And now I feel the slightest breeze
And I can feel the sky.

Holy writ so lived from high
Made unto us lesser men
We who feel the earth and sky
Look to see you come again.

A Poem of Testing

It has been said
that faith will not grow
if it
is not
tested.

This seems to be true
and not quite the thing
that I have wanted
to contemplate for hours.

Yet meditation yields
Great returns to those
who invest with heart
and mind.

But what of faith,
and all this pain?
That spins the world
or so we think.

In the fire is made the steel
and to be tempted
must be human now
for even God
became a man
and was brought into
the desert.

Holy Hush

Would the world were like this moment
Waiting in this holy hush
Would that I could stay here often
And so a dream is born.

The world conspires with my own heart
To take each joy upon the rack
And sometimes then I say a thing
And never have a chance to get it back.