Descend and Wallow

[I started this poem some time ago during a time of severe depression. Due to the often therapeutic effect of writing, I found I couldn't finish it then as writing it began to cheer me up. It is finally done and although admittedly a dark piece, I pray someone finds hope from it.]     [...]

One Smile Away

I am overwhelmed By every glance from you Overcome By attention never anticipated I am overrun By thoughts of what could be And completely overtaken By the memory Of the smile That brought my heart To its knees. What do you think When my expression Appears nothing more than pensive? When my interest Seems nothing [...]

If It Meant…

I would gladly run around In the circles of your silence If it meant One day we would collide And find out what could commence. I will avoid your gaze For as long as it takes If it means Your eyes will become devoid Of any mistakes In finding mine. I would ask God’s help [...]

Freshly Fallen Hope (Greeting Card Remix)

In the deadness of winter With your blinking thoughts Refusing to yield To anything But the wind and confusion Of disappointment and disillusion In the dreariness of what hinders With all its blinding cost And refusal to heal With your spirit badly shaken And soul Left freezing From the unwanted Day of reckoning And silencing [...]

On Separation of Life and Love

[This post is dedicated to my sister-in-law whose father died a year ago this week. This poem was written many years ago when he was on his deathbed. Through God's mercy He granted him several more years to spend with his family. It is my prayer that God provides her and her mother solace and [...]


    Feel the tears Sting your cheek And find a home on your sleeve Listen as your spirit Breaks into pieces Without number Watch as your hope Flees at the first chance It gets Touch your nightmare And find your heart Failing for fear See your life Through tear-stained regrets Crumble beyond recognition And [...]

The Ninth Hour

[This is one of my favorites and I thought a rather daring piece both because of its topic and style. I have decided at this time to not fully explain this poem but if I feel it becomes too often misunderstood than I will. I wouldn't presume to be able to explain why God would [...]

Freshly Fallen Hope

[This poem was inspired by a photograph of a fresh snowfall at dusk taken by a friend and is the final poem in the quadrilogy.  I have learned the hard way that sometimes redemption is found not in the grandiose overnight revolutions we so much long for as in a miracle but in the revelations [...]