Category Archives: Poetry

Focus

Out of a wandering mind.
Away from being idle.
Razor sharp. Not dull.
At tasks, discernment, prayers, intention.

Alert, awake, aware.
Streamlined attention on what matters.
No distractions or excuses.
Hush the noise, worries, hurdles.

Focus.

Training. Taking aim. Getting ready.
Sharpening. Strengthening.
Waiting. Concentrating.
Poised.

A shift in the eyes.
A perk in the mind.
A straightening of the back.
An awakening of heart.

An expectation for more.
Quiet, strong, deep.
Facing reality, vibrant, refreshed.
Praise upon lips.

A focused mind.
A focused spirit.
A focused heart.
A focused life.

Focus.

Don’t Wait, Start.

Don’t wait for a breakthrough to start believing,
start believing and a breakthrough will come.

Don’t wait for inspiration to start creating,
start creating and inspiration will come.

Don’t wait for success to start trying,
start trying and success will come.

Don’t wait for restoration to start forgiving,
start forgiving and restoration will come.

Don’t wait for it to get easy to start enjoying,
start enjoying and it will get easier.

What are you waiting for before you start living the way you’re meant to?

Depth and Weight

Is there depth to the prayers you pray?
Is there weight to the words that you say?
Is there mercy in the way that you love?
Is there grace in the way that you serve?

How effortless it is, from day to day,
Through the humdrum of ordinary ways,
Swimming through the daily motion
With little to no thought or emotion.
No, it isn’t purposeless or mundane
To pray, love, and serve without any gains.

But perhaps deeper meaning can be found,
If we let our pensive roots plunge into the ground —
To source for fresher waters still,
To not just do and say, but to actually feel.
Where mindless doing and thoughtless thinking cease,
To go wild and free before we finally decease.

So let’s not love on empty,
But to pray and serve with empathy.
To find our words surged with burning power
That emboldens, encourages, and empowers.

A Visitor, or Resident

Seated cuddled between cushions,
your eyes peeled at the door.
You’re hoping for a visitor, or resident even,
but you’re sorely, uncertain.
The air around feels cool but cozy,
and you’ve got your toes wrapped up beneath.
You hold your breath as you hear its steps,
will it be good, or bad, or ugly.

If fear comes knocking and ringing,
may you find the courage to look through the peep hole.
If disappointment slowly enters in,
may your doormat welcome it with grace to grow.
If anger storms and shakes your rattling gate,
may your frame hold firm with truth.
And if loneliness comes to keep you company,
may you know you’re still safely held, well under your roof.

But when love finally comes to stay and bloom,
may your worthy doors be flung wide open.
When hope appears at your windowsills,
may your curtains be drawn wide as bright light spills.
When hearty laughter vibrates through the corridor,
may you chuckle and give from your very core.
And when you find faith standing boldly on your living room floor,
may you welcome it with a sweet warm drink, and quickly shut the door.

You will

It’s been days, weeks, months, and years,
of trying, struggling, and pressing through the tears.
You can barely breathe, but you’re still breathing,
hardly able to think, and yet still living.
Don’t lose hope now, don’t give up.
Fight another day, you’ve come this far.
Don’t back down now, don’t give in
To the voices that beckon you to leaving.
You will journey on, with grace and strength,
With your heart laid open, for love to repair
All the parts of you, broken and bare.
You will, trust me,
You will get there.

> Firsts

In life, our Firsts always seem to build a special home in our hearts – First school. First love. First job. First kiss. First car. First word.

But there is a Second that builds a roof over the First. A Second that brings perspective, hope, and light.

And that is chance.
A Second chance at any Firsts opens a new door to that desecrated home in our hearts, mends that broken window and seals that leaking pipe. Take the chance & may your Seconds be greater than your Firsts.

My first poem was of love, and my first article spoke of love. My first sermon was grounded on love, my first prayer was for love.

Love. The Love that gripped my heart beyond any love possibly can, the Love that told me who I am and breathed life into this body that is passing away as days go by.

Love told me that words matter, these words that He gave me. He reminded me, once again, that writing is not only about speaking to people, but also about speaking about Him in a world where the Word has been diluted to quotable quotes. There is great depth in the Word.

So it doesn’t matter how many times we have failed or have given up, but it matters that we get back up. To stand up again. To write again. To speak again. To dance again. To try again.

Second chance, third, fourth, fifth. Never stop getting back up.

Spaces

Deep blue ocean
Morning dew fields
Cloudless skies
Cushioned sand beaches
Mountains and hilltops
Silent valleys
Pouring waterfalls
Jungles and forests
Seaside parks
Sweet flower gardens
Eternal winding roads
Quiet museums
Dance studios
Theatre’s stage
Grand hotel lobbies
High ceiling halls
Rooftop cafes
Riverside restaurants
King sized beds

The list goes on
Of vast and open spaces.
Boundless and whole,
Free and so comfortable.
I enjoy such places and spaces,
Where I’m reminded once again
Of how tiny this life I hold,
And how great a hand that holds.
Of how my desires matters,
And how He too desires.
Of how nature speaks of beauty,
And how beauty is reflecting His nature.
Of how I have been set free,
And how freely He gives.
Love,
Love, love open vast spaces