Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

  • Let Your light enter the hidden rooms of my heart,where fear has lingeredand old grief has built its dwelling. Speak there in the silence,where no human voice can reach,and let Your presence become my peace. You are the Life—the living Vine,the fountain no desert can exhaust,the Resurrection already risingwithin every soul that rests in You.… Read more

  • When God seized my heart,the world did not shatter. I did. Not into ruin,but into surrender.Every throne I built within myselffell silent at His touch. The names I gave myself,the fears I called wisdom,the wounds I called home— He took them. And where they had lived,He placed a holy fire.Now even my longing belongs to… Read more

  • A Fog Haiku

    Mist climbs from the seathe world forgets its own nameand listens for dawn Read more

  • May I be a voice for those whose words are lost,and courage for those whose strength is spent.Keep me from the comfort of silencewhen justice calls my name. You call me to see the those who seem invisible,hear the unheard,and honor the dignityYou have woven into every soul. I know a noble life is not… Read more

  • Enameled crosses hangabove cushioned pews,white hands lift in worship,voices tremble at the name of Jesus,while outside the sanctuaryanother soulis treated as less than sacred. And heaven grieves. For Christ was not crucifiedbeneath stained glass comfort.He died brown-skinned, bruised,beneath an empirethat feared the dignityof the unwanted. There is a racismthat no longer burns crosses,because it has… Read more

  • The Sun Ascends

    This morning, before the boats stirred,before the gulls began their circling, the big lake held the last of the nightlike a deep and ancient thought. The water was nearly still. Only a small ripple moved outwardfrom somewhere unseen,widening across the dark surfaceuntil it disappeared into silence. Then the eastern horizonbegan to brighten. Not suddenly. A… Read more

  • Onomatopoeia

    This morning the world prayed before I did The robin sang cheep-cheepfrom the lilac branch The creek whispered gurgle-gurgleover patient stones Leaves applauded with a gentle rustleand somewhere beyond the hilla bee hummed its tiny hymnbuzzzz I smiled at the sacred onomatopoeiaof Your creationall these soundsthat are somehow more than soundseach one a small translationof… Read more

  • Learning to Love

    Love is not always polite. Love does not always bowto comfort,or whisper only what we wish to hear. Sometimes love arriveslike a hand upon the shoulder,turning us gentlytoward a truth we would rather avoid. Sometimes love asks more of usthan we are prepared to give. Yet love never strips anotherof their dignity. Love does not… Read more

  • Your Home in Me

    Lord Jesus,you promised nearness made permanent.You said you would comeas a homebuilder of the soul. Teach me what it meansin the quiet rooms of a human heart,furnished with weakness, longing, and unfinished faith. I confess how often I treat you as a guest,tidying up before prayer,hiding what feels unworthy,forgetting that love does not rent space,it… Read more

  • Gird My Thoughts

    Lord,gather the loose fabric of my mind. So many thoughts wanderlike garments in the wind,caught on fear,heavy with yesterday,restless for tomorrow. Tie them gently at the waist of Your mercy. Grant me the spiritual readinessthat sees the world as passing shadowsand yet still shimmers with Your hidden fire. Keep me awake. Not rigid or afraid,but… Read more