Walking and Waiting | A Poem

Walking and Waiting | A Poem

Song of Solomon 8:5 says, “Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved?” I absolutely love this image. I can almost hear the shock in the questioning voice “Who is that? Coming from there? Leaning on…

The Final Sentence

The Final Sentence

The final sentence is true. Feet shuffled to their seats, the smell of sweat on men, officers being attentive to every movement, oh how I remember it, no one spoke nor whispered, only the two of us making eye contact,…

Shadows of the True and Greater

Shadows of the True and Greater

Recently I’ve been thinking about how Jesus has given us so many pictures of himself in the Old Testament. As I’ve thought about this it has made my heart rejoice in my great God. One way I love to meditate…

Finally Alive

Finally Alive

Imitation called for mortician’s paint. Decorating hollow eyes. Showing no restraint. Lying. Hiding. Pretending. Self-reliance buried an unresponsive heart. Embalming the disorder, tearing it apart. Excusing. Running. Striving. Darkness enveloped the disobedient mind. Wearing separation. To hostility confined. Spiritually lost….

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