Gospel Blessings: a poem based on 1 Peter 1:3-5

O blessed be the Father and His Son,our one and only savior, Jesus Christ,whose mercy lavished on our sinful fleshrenewed us unto this abundant hope,this new life, that enriches more than now,it stretches to our life beyond this plane. For Christ, the resurrected one, has throughHis life and death destroyed the grave's dark night.Moreover, to... Continue Reading →

I love the LORD because he heard my voice…: a poem based on Psalm 116

I love the LORD because he heard my voicewhen I wept endless tears for Mercy’s touch.Steadfast, faithful to his promise hetook hold of me and shielded me from death.He promised if I turned to him in painHe’d pour his loving-kindness on my wounds.And now, I’ve tested this and can proclaimHe brings redemption to a spirit... Continue Reading →

i’m dragging my feet…

i’m dragging my feet to bed (to bed)shattered and achinghalf dead, half deadwith exhaustion i’m tired and i needto sleep, to resti can't take anymore ofthis tangled messaround me the darkness of sleep seemsso welcomingthe warmth of unconsciousness,blanket of peaceand lilies No. walk on for there’s still workto do (to do)and people relyingon you, on youto... Continue Reading →

Charlotte

Charlotte is screaming in my head i named Her Charlotte after Bertha Mason(this makes sense in my screaming head)She climbs the walls of my skullalternately laughing and cryingand always screamingalways, always screaming i get so desperate to shut her up that i caress dangercold knives graze my fingertipsjust a little harderbleed the woundwarm baths invite... Continue Reading →

UNCLEAN: a poem

If I could carve a word into my armI think that it would be the word “UNCLEAN.”I feel an outcast everywhere I goand bring a curse on everyone I love.So if you see me shifting to the sha-dows of the room, away from everyone,it’s probably because I am afraidyou’ll realize what I already know. It... Continue Reading →

Fiction as Pretense

The longer I write fiction, the more I realize that my version of "write what you know," looks like me working through my trauma by writing it. The first time I knowingly wrote my trauma into a story was when I wrote about a character being molested. It was supposed to be her story, part... Continue Reading →

i am a sheep who’s gone astray: a poem

i am a sheep who’s gone astraytoday and probably tomorrow.my best efforts are in vainagain and again i fail. but You are God the loving Fatherno other is above your name.Your Mercy Incarnate, Christ who cametamed death and broke sin's chain. tie my weary life to Yours.Your kingdom come and will be done.i'll serve You... Continue Reading →

Trapped

It was nauseating to listen to the high whine of the fly’s wings while I attempted to eat my breakfast. The sickening extension of each thick silence that stretched between moments of terror.

Reflections on Psalm 102

I'm going through another one of those ugly, dark periods of my struggle with mental illness. Periods that seem more and more common. It's exhausting. I end so many days wondering why I keep trying. But this morning the LORD refreshed my spirit while reading Psalm 102. You can read the whole thing here, but... Continue Reading →

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