Worry, worry, worry, what have you done to me? You have instilled a restless heart that should rest in the King.
Hello, Hope
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Poems
Handcrafted Worlds
In another universe, the sky is always the softest blue, but it rains more often than it does here. The storms are loud and claim to know all about me. My thoughts are as tangled as my hair, and I draw butterflies and flowers all over my arms.
Storm On
Blow, you stormy clouds of thunder, blow! Spread out your canopy over the darkening sky, Let noonday wonder at seeming approach of night, Turn all the ripples of the lake to foam.
Friendly Rain
You have never seen life until you’ve stepped in a fall of rain, as Autumn slow and long creeps to hidden music, a Tuesday song on a steel-gray morning, in a chair you’ve kept for the Friend who may yet come. Alarming as it may be, but no sweat in the thought, you...
Letter to a Wildflower Friend
Listen. There is a soft beat inside you— the sound you so often interpreted as the footsteps of those who have run away, echoing, imprinted on your soul. But listen closer, because this is the beat of your heart, and it is here to stay. Step outside, because...
Fortress
I’m used to thinking this city of the world proud and impregnable, with our ideals the bunting, vividly shaded on election day, with the hum of hymns for social justice ringing in my ears—hear ye, hear ye! This just in, pick it up yourself from your local village...
Beating Hearts
Many great women have trod this earth, Their light flickering like a burning hearth, Blazing inspiration into the heart of every American, Like Sacajawea, Earhart, and Harriet Tubman. Others preferred to cast their light on a library, Like Alcott, Austen, and Lucy...
Prone to Wander
Lord, bring me back. Bring me back to Your ancient foundation Where all things hold together. Because I forgot it for a while; I left on a road that tempted me with roses And only gave me the thorns. How did I end up this far away? I barely even noticed it happening,...
Castle on a Cloud
Hands softer than butterflies, and yet strong; gentle enough to brush the dust and ashes from crumbling candles and crowns. Castle walls are not as strong as I thought. Soot blacker than the night sky, smelling of engine exhaust and cigarettes, my eyes burning...
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