no words

sometimes
there are no words
for how you make me feel
just an intense reaction to
something immensely real

you could call it love
but what does that even mean?
love
isn’t
real
unless actions make it seem

if you walked to
the end of the earth
i would somehow follow
if you fed me hope and grace
i would wholly swallow

i don’t know how
without words
you make me whole,
holy, innocent, new
like a bird sitting atop the world
perched on God’s-eye view

you’ve cared for others
but never a heart like
*this*
i won’t ever leave you
these lips you can’t unkiss

we’re an idea you can’t unthink
a wreck you can’t unsink
a tonic you can’t undrink
a mark you can’t unink

i wait for your winged heart
to wind and fly its way to mine
to find its home
(no longer alone)
to forever rest and finally shine

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yes, we can.

no one has to do it all
we can share the work
you don’t have to walk so tall
especially when it hurts

submit to being led
when everything comes to a crawl
let me be your feather bed
when you need a place to fall

it’s not possible to always be strong
one day you’ll skip and stumble
feeling weak is not wrong
just don’t forget to be humble

no one’s ever flawless
everyone makes mistakes
somewhere deep in this solace
is the place our heart awakes

give grace and be open to receive
simple premise that promises perfection
dare hope and we shall believe
let this be our invocation

10-word poems

I saw a prompt today on Facebook in a writing group. 10-word poems. Feel free to leave one in the comments!


All I ever wanted was everything.
Turns out,
It’s you.


Warm room.
Foggy windows.
Red cheeks.
Big sweater.
Tired.
Loved.


Children playing with Christmas toys.
Knee-deep in shredded wrapping joys.

(Is knee-deep one word?? LOL)


Ten-word poems are tricky
When you don’t fully understand hyphens.


Please leave me a 10-word poem!! 😀 It’s fun. Write something today!

take me to church

church has begun
it’s not Sunday now
but the bells have rung
we’re attending somehow

church is not
a building or shrine
it’s the body of Christ
it’s the collective mind

church is a place
down in our hearts
alive in our actions
where the Spirit starts

church is a job
church is your wife
church is a neighbor
church is your life

church is happening.
everywhere.

Christmas

Christmas isn’t special.
Christmas is just a day.
Christ wasn’t born on the 25th
In a lighted ornamental display.

There wasn’t any tinsel.
There was not one flake of snow.
There wasn’t any cocoa.
There was no electric glow.

Mary and Joseph
And a little baby God
Sharing time and space
With travelers abroad.

No one cared who they were.
No one even knew
What on Earth was happening,
Except for a special few.

Shepherds watched.
The stars flew close.
Entertaining angels bowed
And played Heaven’s host.

No food or present can capture joy
No movie or card can free
Tomorrow you’ll find your pretty box
Is empty under the tree

The only thing empty to find
Is one important place–
The tomb in the morning with Jesus’ clothes
Replaced with amazing grace.

Light the tree and sing your songs,
I won’t begrudge your choice.
Just don’t forget the simple birth
Of your freedom to rejoice.

The Rock

Psalm 91:1
Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow
of the Almighty.


If I am the immobile mountain, move me.
If your love is the mountain, then I shall be the one to climb.
If your summit is unknowable, then let me dangle from your shadows and shelter.
Let me live at the foot of your love.

had it up to *here* haikus

Progress in Congress?
Endless regress to nonsense.
Tax cut transgression.


White-collar version
Of looting and coercion–
Congressional bill


Congressmen make laws
For those who can foot the bill
With boots on our necks


Middle class kidnapped
Held ransom by Congress thugs
Don’t be/get taken