I know the world — I’ve walked its streets, I’ve heard the lies, I’ve tasted grief, I’ve watched them sell their souls for gold. Then swear they’re young when they know they old. I’ve seen the jealous turn to stone,The hungry make another’s known. The mouths that run, the tongues that tear. The ones whoContinue reading “Our Home”
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Praying for a simple Week
Jump in my van,through the wide-open air,a little bit of workand a whole lot of prayer. Praising God,then back on the road,For a song in the heart,Lifts the weight of a load. Back to the gardens,where the green things grow,then back in the vanwhen it’s time to go. Home to my boys we wrestle and weContinue reading “Praying for a simple Week”
The Forgiveness
I wanted it to be something in her,something broken, something wrong.A darkness I could point towardand say, there, in her it belong. But as I prayed,On the anger I stopped brewing.And somewhere in the silencemy own darkness came pursuing. I thought of all my sins,the ones I bury, and push and hide.On the things IContinue reading “The Forgiveness”
The Boat Ride
“Look out the window, Daddy,”my boys screamed to me,so I leaned out and watched the rolling water crash – gently come to be. And somewhere in that moment,though I couldn’t tell you when.I wasn’t bauld and bulging—But a little boy again. The water caught the sunlight,the world fell soft and still.Nostalgia hit back quietly,as childhoodContinue reading “The Boat Ride”
Another Kingdom
There are certain things in this worldyou must simply ignore and let go. Perhaps this is whyI am not palatable to this world. I do not want what it wants.I cannot become what it asks me to be. I am of another. Not another place,but another Kingdom.
The Good Earth
When I dig into the good earth,I feel something I can’t explain,The soil beneath my working hands,The sun, the seed, the gentle rain. And somehow, as I turn the ground,My thoughts rise higher than the sod;For all this goodness speaks to meOf the goodness of our God. My hands are working in the earth,But myContinue reading “The Good Earth”
Poets Prayer
Lord, give me words, when words are fewA heart made still, a vision true.Let every line I write revealThe hidden wounds that You can heal. Let beauty rise from things unseen,Let faith bloom, where sorrows been.And when my final verse is through,May every word lead back to You.
The Long Road Home: My Journey to Orthodoxy
I have always been a seeker. Even as a child, I was fascinated by questions that many people would dismiss. Before the internet was everywhere, I remember reading newspaper articles about big cat sightings in Cheshire and North Wales. I was fascinated by stories of the unknown, by mysteries, by the question of what wasContinue reading “The Long Road Home: My Journey to Orthodoxy”
Godly Home
No Choir Sang
He met Christ in a prison cellwith tears in both eyes.The bars still stood,but the chains broke inside. No choir sang,no crowd to applaud—mercy whisperedwhere guilt once roared. He left prison changed; carrying his cross.For the free man filled with hope and love – not pain and loss.
Smith Shine Poetry 