Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

  • Agape

    A lovewhich leans not toward what is pleasing,nor the warmth that comes and goes,but something much deeper. This love descendslike quiet rain on stone,or a drenching rain on a dry field. A self-giving lovewhich does not askif the ground deserves it. It simply falls. It bends toward the broken,lingers with the unwanted,waits beside the wandering.… Read more

  • Faith like baseball

    I step into the box again. The field is wide.The pitcher focused. I have swung and missedmore times than I can count. Stillthe next pitch comes. And faith, like baseball,is simply this: Having the quiet courageto step in again. Remaining strong in faith. Read more

  • Instructions for April

    I had given up, honestly.I had settled into the pewter sky, the long colorless fields,the particular silence of a world that has forgotten warmth. And then the forsythia, absurd,all yellow clamor at the edge of the still-frozen road,as if difficulty were nothing,as if cold were just a rumor it had heard and disbelieved. I stop.I… Read more

  • Divine Mercy Sunday

    Risen Lord,Your wounds remain openfor our sakein Your mercy. From Your pierced sideflows a riverno sin can exhaust,no sorrow outrun. Today the Church kneelsnot in judgmentbut in the endless patienceof Your Most Sacred heart. I come poor in holiness,late in repentance,slow to love. Still You sayCome. And in that single wordthe tomb is opened againand… Read more

  • We are Sent

    Peace be with you. Behold the peace that stands upright in the room and speaks first. Behold the peace that bears scarsbut does not apologize for them,peace that has walked through locked doorsand still smells faintly of the grave emptied behind it. You say it to usnot as a wishbut as a command. Peace be… Read more

  • The Five Wounds of Jesus

    Lord Jesus Christ,I come to Your Crossas one who humbly kneels in sorrowbefore Your wounds. Your right hand pierced The hand that lifted the fallenthe hand that touched the leperthe hand that broke bread with sinnersnow opened by iron. Let my hands learn from Yoursto giveserveand to blesseven when the world counters lovewith nails. Your… Read more

  • After Three Days

    Let us turn backnot as the certainbut as the woundedfinding our way by ache We were torn with the veiland the tearing taught us our namesWe were struckand learned the language of need After the long second nightwhen hope learns how to kneellife stirs beneath the sealed stone of habitand waits for morning On the… Read more

  • My God, My God

    Why have You forsaken me, Lord, why so far from meWhy have You forsaken me, Lord, why so far from meI cry till my throat is empty, still no answer comes to me How long, LordHow long Still I’m holding onStill I’m holding on They cast their lots for my clothes, they play their gameThey… Read more

  • Gethsemane

    Night gathers around the stones of the Garden of Gethsemaneas the earth itself holds its breath. The olives stand ancient and silent.They have seen kings rise and empires fall,yet never have they watched a man kneelwith the weight of the world upon his soul. There, in the dark soil of prayer,the Son bends low before… Read more

  • Lenten Prayer and Reflection

    If you are interested in receiving a PDF version of my Stations of the Cross poetic reflections and prayers, accompanied by artwork from Greg McGee, please drop me an email to timmcgee@prayerfullypoetic.com or a note on the “contact” page and I will send it to you free of charge. Daily Prayer for Lent Lord of… Read more