Poetry & Prose: Selected works written over Lent

Valley

I feel like a blind man in your sight.

I feel lost in your presence.

My life is yours. These are not words.

It is day 2, but what I say is true.

I know it will get darker before it gets light,

But I am with you through it all.

I trust in you.

You are my providence, my grace,

My comfort. And though I walk

Through the valley of the shadow

Of death I will fear no evil.

You are here.

You are my God, My King, My savior.

You are never far from me.

When I cannot see you, it is

Because my eyes have dimmed,

Not because your presence has been taken away.

Take me by the hand.

Take me with you.

I wan to see what you see.

Faith

My soul will not be crushed.

I am waiting on the glory

Of the risen Lord.

Although it feels like I

Have been led into the

Desert to die, starve and,

To laid waste by my

Enemies you are with

Me and my trust is in you

Egypt in its worst has

Become a temptation to

Me again. Yet I know the

Promise Land lay ahead of me.

One step, one prayer, one day

Closer to your glory.

I will go where you are.

I will close my eyes and

Walk by faith. I will go

Where the sounds of shrieks

Shake my soul, but it is where

Your voice says, “I am here.”

Living under the rule of God

Is like treasure I have sold

My life to go after.

You are all I want.

Something in the way

Is there something in the way?

Is there something between us?

Something that is stopping me from reaching you?

Touching you?

Seeing you?

Is that something in the way me?

Could it be you?

Could you be holding me off?

Is there something I’m not

Ready to see, experience, know?

If I were to see you

Would I still believe?

You came in humble human form.

Its hard to image my King

In beggars clothes.

Its hard to image my king

In flesh at all.

You have become the mythical

Dream figure I long to know,

But something in me says

Ill never see.

I’m so caught up on judging

By what my eyes can

See that I often miss

You outright, altogether.

Numbers

One maybe two say

I’m lucky to have met you

Three maybe four say

I’m crazy and you’re not real

Five maybe six say

I’m intolerant of their views because of you

Seven maybe eight say

I’m just like them; our gods are all the same

Nine maybe ten say

That’s nice but it is not for me

Eleven maybe twelve say

They believe but their lives have not changed