Even in my humblest posture,
I confess I profess to know so little,
and my thoughts continue to change with new revelations of the Kingdom.
Look at His Pattern
poet in residence
Bellows
For National Poetry Month we’re reposting this amazing poem by Anita Scott. #poetrylife Be the bellows of my soul. Be the bellows in my soul. Be the push and the blow that reconciles gaining with letting go, releasing while receiving. Be the reason that hope lives in tears. Be the One who […]
Simply Starting
The more I get to know You I focus on less on trivial matters; In fact, the clatter of everyday parade seems to barricade itself as I seek to just stare at Your face. When I stare at Your face, I am completely displaced from anything that would try to chase my affections away from […]
Where I Am Today
I can feel the tears And this time I’m trying really hard to stay near You But I can feel the water behind my eyes Sometimes making it hard for me to see You. I can feel the waves of doubt Hitting me like bullets in a windstorm And I’m squinting my eyes Trying […]
A Poem in Two Parts
Part 1: Metaphor to My Simile I sat on the floor pen and paper in hand contemplating what I would try to get you all to understand, yet I’m not sure any man or woman could stand in my place and say it with elegance and grace what need to be articulated to my […]