Poems

The hour may seem forlorn and dark while we decide which way to go. Yet He will be with us— pillar of fire or cloud, clear Word.

You're here! Good to see you! Especially in light of the struggle last night, the cruel words, the news hoped to be good that wasn't. How rarely we know what happened before The human heart admits that it needs Church And responds to the call.

I'm early for church this morning, park down the block, get out of my car and stand beside it to absorb sunshine. I want to stay outside a while, and there is time.

At mystery's distance the world splitting and spinning, expanding and heating, appeared uncharitable. We glanced away from appearances to listen and pray.

Throughout the day and into the night, God's wings take me into the sky. No boundaries, no limits, no flight path too high.

With Love's battle flags unfurled, With hope's cause before the world, We are going on. Though the storm-clouds thunder o'er us, Though the path seems dark before us, Though the foeman strive to kill us, We are going on.

From the primary notation To orchestral chord's elation One clear note the pitch to meet Brings all to the mercy seat. Quartets, octets, chamber groups, Choruses, marching bands in troops Throughout time and throughout space Call and response brightens face upon face.

I get it now, God has been calling me to build an ark. I remember how He called me before, But I did not build.

The Bible sings with messages lifting our hearts to God. Perhaps at first we hear them as mere human concepts, personal notes, limited urgings to soar above earth.

Let me sing my life: no problem is so grim that it can mute my song of confidence and trust in God's unfailing goodness. Let me dance my life: no challenge is so heavy it can shrink my heart's advance into graceless plodding and keep me from soaring, inspired.