Open Invitation

I wonder what You  look like as You listen; I can never envision  a face; I just feel  a nudging presence,  a calmness, an open invitation  to speak or just listen.  In the dark night watches, those 3am  awakenings, I often imagine the sky  and ache to fall past  that expanse of deep blue intoContinue reading “Open Invitation”

Shade of Silence

Quietude, which some men cannot abide because it reveals their inward poverty, is as a palace of cedar to the wise, for along its hallowed courts the King in his beauty deigns to walk. —Charles Spurgeon Sometimes I sit in the shade of silence, a corner or some placed removed from the common area, aContinue reading “Shade of Silence”

My Away

I couldn’t capture it before my commute,  as the morning’s minutes ticked me to late;  I wanted to bundle up the leftovers from a few years ago, some squandered or unwanted from another day, but time  cannot be kept like a savings account.   It swept me past noon, and as so many  days before,Continue reading “My Away”

Grappling Hours

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3, NKJV In the predawn hours  when only the first birds have begun to test their voices  before the arrival of a full choir, I sit and ruminate life. In this dark hour You meet me  with comfort only love can give,  and IContinue reading “Grappling Hours”

Quieting Hours

The sun is setting,  making a golden puddle of light through a shaft in the curtains.  I am sighing away the day’s hours,  reliving moments of joy  and also the tensions  that come with existing during this incongruous time.  The honeycomb  pattern in the drapes  diffuses the last evening light so beautifully, and I amContinue reading “Quieting Hours”