Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Fight in Me™

Can be wrong..

When there must be struggle,
Pulling, calling, instigating.

But silence.

What bugle calls then?
What trumpet? What drum?
What sentinel on the city wall
Never resting nor taking rest
until, Lord, you establish Jerusalem?

Only pounding.

Pounding silence
in the heartbeat
turns the prophecy into silent crashing
as the walls fall down

Diamond shields underneath
Fortress of the Broken Queen
Glittering hardness

But the voice of the Lord causes the oaks to whirl,
and strips the forest bare;
and in his temple all say, ”Glory!”

Send the fire.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Promise

Twenty thousand feet above you, my children
Five a.m. and losing time
Everything is dark.

The haze is blue and grey and murky
Deep, where is anything?

But far, far away that pale strip of orange grows
Glows clearer into open blue

Only moments since it bathed us red
Deep and painful like
Coagulating blood.

Do you see? Do you see?
Do you understand?

The Son is rising on your night!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013


In the deep heart of the morning is that moment of unknown
Between sleep and waking on the edge of a dream
The fragile border of transparency
Between black and white

The storm swirls and the dawn will smudge in
The sun might seem not to shine
But in the deep heart of the morning you are there
And I will hold the hope.