I try to think of my next steps,but different versions of me roar in my head. I cannot force them into silence.I try to ignore the noiseand focus on who I am becoming, but even in stillness there is shouting—a crowd inside my mind. Yet beneath it all, I am not rushed.Something deeper holds meContinue reading “My Next Steps”
Tag Archives: Faith
Withered
like a star I wrestle with the night. but… like a withered tree, I stretch out for the light.
High Waves
Like a boat on high waves after the sun has set. I stand in the darkness, with fears I can’t forget. The storm may be raging, the night may be long. But faith is my anchor, and hope is my song. Hold on tight, let courage rise. Dreams are born beneath darkened skies. One moreContinue reading “High Waves”
Dawn Will Follow
The scales tipped before the start,Metal on wrists, the slowing of a heart. Truth stood silent, bleeding bare,While power ruled without a care. Yet wrong, however strong it seems,Cannot forever bury dreams. For justice walks a slower way,But dawn will follow this dark day.
Divine liturgy
If you could see what grace descends during the liturgy in church, you would gather the dust and wash your face with it. Saint Gabriel of Georgia
Icon she gave me
She placed before me, still and small,The icon in silence, head did fall.Yet in my sorrow eyes were bright,A love that turns the dark to light. The Holy Mother stands in grief,Yet holds the faith beyond belief.Her gaze fixed where the suffering lies,Mercy from the crucified. In this icon, still and true,I see what loveContinue reading “Icon she gave me”
a broken sky
She walked in with a fractured heart,and eyes that held the day.But left beneath a broken sky,with all her colours grey.The world grew hard, the air turned cold,the stars forgot to shine.Yet far beneath the shattered ground,there stirred a root of vine.They crossed a door that should have stayed,Through hands that failed our trust.Warnings ignored,Continue reading “a broken sky”
Haven’t Cried
I used to tell them I hated you.Then you died.Im sorry — I forgive you.Still I haven’t cried.The words came late – but true not offcast.Quiet – as a door closing on the past.Just the weight finally taken from my golden crown.And the silence where it used to live.Written down!
Easter Saturday
The eve of Lenten’s weary old mileof prayerful days and the fasting trialA candle waits in flickering flameIn our victory we call His name.My sons laugh – sweet eggs in sightWe break and share – just one tonightMy wife prepares – the lamb is tenderI tell the boys of deaths surrenderThe table full – theContinue reading “Easter Saturday”
Lord Have Mercy
I have stood in pain and called it lifeAs I grew – a pint in hand masked the strifeBut in the quiet – now the cheers are goneI hear the spirit – I thought I’d outrunNot from the steel I kept close by my sideNot in the noise nor the things that I hideBut inContinue reading “Lord Have Mercy”
Smith Shine Poetry 