Poetry

As Much as I Used To

I find

that I don’t love you

as much as

I used to,

you have shown your cards,

your flaws,

your imperfections,

your tells,

you have shown your weaknesses

and bared your soul

to someone

inferior,

you have shown compassion

to the very same

when it was not deserved.

Still

I find

that I don’t love you

as much as

I used to

for

I have loved you more

with each passing day

Poetry

Kyrie eleison

Learned about humility

twice this week alone,

the message sticks through it

but the hard head and sinful flesh

still prefer bandages

instead of cures

Lord, have mercy on me . . .

Went into a situation

guns blazing

when thought, tact, and prayer

were the proper tools,

I was a fool

and nothing less,

Lord, have mercy . . .

There’s hurt and harm

out here, God,

I know You know

and I know it’s in Your hands,

the author and perfecter

of faith,

to carry us over the finish line.

So I pray all the more

Lord, have mercy on us all.

Occasional Prose

Forgiveness: a somewhat long and meandering personal story that eventually gets to a point

I mentioned in a previous post┬áthat I’m not big on celebrating birthdays. With that in mind, you can pretty well establish that I’m definitely not big on celebrating littler milestones or monthly anniversary type events either. That is not to say that they don’t have their place. A cancer survivor celebrating each successive month of remission is something worth celebrating. A recovering alcoholic celebrating each successive month of sobriety is something worth celebrating. Continue reading “Forgiveness: a somewhat long and meandering personal story that eventually gets to a point”

devotional · Occasional Prose

Hellos

I recently posted a poem called “Goodbyes” on the site and it got me thinking about something else. On Saturday, I will be leaving the place I’ve been at for six weeks and will be returning for a year at another place. There are many familiar faces there, faces that no doubt range from wanting to see me to not wanting to see me. Some, I want to see too. It got me thinking that sometimes our “goodbyes” are not a major cause of fear but rather our “hellos.” Continue reading “Hellos”