Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

  • Author’s Note

    Straying a touch from my usual schedule, I have written a trilogy of poems that I will publish in order this coming week on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Each poem explores the inner landscape of faith: the quiet transformation of the soul through mercy, the surrender that reveals light within brokenness, and the contemplative longing… Read more

  • Sacred Blindness

    Lord of the lowly,teach me to find Youwhere the world has learned not to look. In the face beneath the bridge,in the hands that tremble for bread,in the stranger carrying a lifeno one bothers to know,let me glimpse the mysteryof Your hidden presence. You have chosen the poornot because they are less,but because love draws… Read more

  • The Hidden Dwelling

    Strengthen me, Lord,in the hidden chambers of my heart,where no one seesand even I am sometimes afraid to enter. Make Your home in me. Remainas the Presencebeneath all things,the holy fireI cannot seebut somehow sense. Root me deeply in Your love,until my roots reachthe places where words disappearand only mystery remains. Let me knowthe breadth… Read more

  • Beneath the Falling

    I keep discoveringhow far I am from You. Somewherestuck in the hidden chambersof my own heartwhere shadows still gather. I reach for Youand somehow reachfor myself instead. I speak of loveand then withhold it.I speak of surrenderand end  up clinging to what I fear losing. I am dusttrying to rememberthe shape of heaven. And still,Jesus,… Read more

  • The Space Between

    I have tried to follow Your lightwith eyes that fail to see clearly. I have called my own voiceYour whisper,and walked roadsI thought You had given me. Then I found myself lost. And I wonderif You saw the tryingor only the wandering. But perhaps You see deeper. Perhaps You seethe small, trembling yesbeneath my failure,the… Read more

  • Eyes That Spoke

    I met Jesus on the road, where dust clung to my feetand the sun had brownedthe edges of everything. He was dirty too. Not shining.Not crowned.Not distant. Just there. Our eyes met. And I have never seen eyesspeak so loudly,yet in silence. somehowHis eyes knew my name. They knew the placesand things within meI had… Read more

  • They Followed Him

    they abandoned their boatsand followed Him. left nets, waves, salt-stung air,for a voice that stirreddeep currents within,cast off from shore,to chart a coursein unseen waters,hands once roughenedby ropes and wood,now open, empty,filled with faith,treading pathswhere footprints fadeyet hearts remember. they abandoned their boatsand followed Him. Read more

  • AMDG

    In every step, in every stride,AMDG, our noble guide,Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam,For God’s greater glory, our heart’s hymn. In every task, both great and small,We heed the whisper of the call,To lift our deeds, our thoughts, our aim, In service of a higher flame. For in the depths of every soul,There lies a spark that… Read more

  • Old Growth

    An old tree has weathered countless storms, each leaving its mark. Left less beautiful than when its bark was fully intact and its leaves were unblemished, it offers a different beauty now. There is character where once smooth surfaces adorned its trunk. There’s more to see within its cracks and holes, baring its soul. It… Read more

  • The Whisper

    Perhaps You are notwhere I have learned to look. Not in the breaking,the great unraveling of stone,not in the violencethat makes the mountains tremble. Not in the firethat consumes the darkor the thunderthat makes the heart afraid. Perhaps You are closer. So closeI mistake You for silence. I retreat into the small caveI have made… Read more