Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

New Poems

  • The Choice

    Consider: Without HimI accomplish nothingWith HimI accomplish everything I Chooseto follow HimWho’s alreadychosen me Read more

  • MLK still matters because the wound is still open

    Because justice is still postponedwith polite languageand reasonable excuses Because power still fearsa love it cannot controllove that marcheslove that refuses hatredeven when hatred feels justified Dr. King still speaksbecause we still listen to liesthat tell us silence is peaceand order is righteousness His words matterbecause the dream was never naiveit was demanding It asked… Read more

  • On Love Alone

    When the light dimsand the noise finally quietsno one will ask what we ownedor how we were admired for thisor that The trophies will rust in their casesThe titles will loosen from our namesEven our arguments, sharpened to winwill lie dull and unused. There will be no defense built from busynessNo appeal filed in the… Read more

  • 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