Each year at the start of Lent, I notice again my need for God’s grace to bring me back from all the ways I’ve wandered away or gotten lost. These poems describe three of those experiences.
Sometimes I Feel So Frail
sometimes I feel so frail;
and what does God do
but win with a look
my wonder,
will,
all;
again;
You have made it all
as You have made it,
and built us to be
better by our trust;
this we know, that
grace enough is given;
and we transform Your
world by trusting grace.
We Are Such a Mix
we are such a mix of thorns and thread; why do You insist on living in the midst, even among the broken bowls and spilled strengths? I’ve seen You sift among the crumbs and find (I don’t know how) a loaf; what we tear, touch to make us mend; and show again to sift and share and be again the bread.
Even In Even On
even in even on each shallow surface where we might wait afraid or unsure You are there, even there and reach for our hand to hold us close and bind us in within Your Heart’s embrace; everywhere we might wait, or wander, or wonder, there is Your hand, reaching for our hearts, protecting and guiding and gently proclaiming “you’re home, even now, you are home.”