Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

  • Be Still and Know

    In the whisper where striving falls silentwhere the heart unclenches its tired fistssomething gentle begins to unfold No blazenor trembling visionjust a simple clearing of the inner sky In slow-moving mercyI believed in what I could not seebecause I now see what has always been true     fear distorts     pride builds walls     longing aches for what Read more

  • I Will Come Near

    I will come near.Not to explain.Not to soften what you have hardened. I will come nearas a witnessin justice,in judgement. I will speak against they who seekfalse power more than obedience.Against the covenant breakerwho hides in shadowsand sings in the light. I will speak against the liarwho uses My nameto make falsehood sound righteous. Against Read more

  • Winter Sunrise

    The trees stand in shadow,holding the night’s questions. The sun rises,a golden giftspilled over the world. Water receives it,silent, wide,mirroring light as prayer. I breathe in the quiet,noticing patiencein every branch. If the world can open this way,perhaps I can too,letting His lightfill what I cannot see. Read more

  • The First Visitors

    They came from elsewhere,from prayers spoken in another tongue,from charts of fire and dustwhere the heavens were read like a scrollnever meant to stay closed. Not sons of covenant,not schooled in the law,but watchers of the nightwho trusted that light is never random,that a star may choose a road. They carried with themthe weight of Read more

  • New Year’s True Offering

    We clink our glasses at midnightas if the calendar itself were magic,counting down like astronautsready to launch into better versionsof ourselves. We make lists as long as confetti trails.Eat cleaner. Try harder. Wake earlier.Run farther. Fail slower.Become, somehow, dazzling. The gyms glow with January pilgrimsseeking salvation on treadmills,while planners fill with bold intentionswritten in heroic Read more

  • The Word Became Flesh

    Before time had a measure,the Word moved silentlythrough shadow and stillness.Life stirred as a deep, luminous pulsethat called existence itself into being.In that life, the light shinesto reveal the sacred contour of all things,the hidden heartbeat of the world.And the Word became flesh.We saw His gloryfilled with grace and truth. -Inspired by John 1:1-15 Read more

  • The Season After the Dawn

    Christmas beginswhen the Word breathes among usand keeps unfoldinglike a slow-rising sunacross the landscape of our longing. This is the seasonwhen God grows in quiet placeswhen the manger whispersits fragile gloryinto the corners of our doubt. Shepherds return changed,Mary holds mysteries like dewand the Child is revealedfrom cradle to Jordanwhere water recognizes its Maker. Between Read more

  • Among us

    The Word whispers into flesha quiet dawn in the shadow of the world Light bends toward the hiddenstirring the places that fear cannot touch Grace flows without measurea river carrying the weight of all longing Truth leans closebreathing into the hollow spacesmaking the unseen glow He is here,and in His presenceeverything that tremblesremembers home -Inspired Read more

  • Midnight

    O Holy Child,born in the quiet of night,even now your life carries sorrow and light. A star guides the seekers,gifts speak of kingship, divinity, and the grave.Simeon lifts you and whispers of the sword,yet your tiny hands hold triumph yet to come. O Christ, born to suffer, born to rise,make our hearts ready to see Read more

  • The Last Days of Advent

    The candles have spoken their namesand burned themselves down to quiet truths.Hope learned to endure,Joy softened into stillness,Peace found room in the ache,Love bent low and stayed. Now the wreath holds its breath. We have walked the long waythrough promise and patience,through prayers that did not hurry God.The road narrows here.Words thin.Attention sharpens. Above us, Read more