Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

faith

  • 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

  • Seeking Depth

    Lord I step into the quietwhere my questions rise like mistand lingershaping shadows on the water. My touch disturbs the surface.Is my faith this thinthis fragile thread betweenwhat I knowand what I long to believe? Draw me deeper.Past the weight of doubtpast the stones I keep in secretto where Your silence speakslouder than my strivingwhere… Read more

  • Unmoved

    We sprint to keep upwith the trembling fashions of dust.We rush to comply as hems rise and fall,as tongues twist into new shapes,and as virtue changes its nameevery hour on the hour. We drink deep from the rivers of trend,bow to the altar of relevance,and call it wisdom.We trade convictionslike garments out of seasonand call… Read more

  • Author’s Note: Lent

    Lent begins Wednesday, March 5 (Ash Wednesday). Throughout Lent, I will be running a series of poetic reflections and prayers following the Stations of the Cross. My brother, Greg McGee, will be adding his artwork to each station reflection. I believe, regardless of your religious practices, that the Stations of the Cross offer much to… Read more

  • All That I Do Not Know

    There is so much I do not know,the weight of stars, the measure of time,the whispering roots beneath the earth,the unspoken thoughts in another’s mind. I long to know, to understand,to gather truth like scattered light,but what is wisdom if it does not burnto draw me closer to Your sight? If knowledge swells but love… Read more

  • The Smallest Thing

    *image generated with AI, 2025 It was hardly more than a speck,cupped in the rough palm of the sower,a mustard seed, dust-small,tossed into the loosened earthwithout an official decree,without a ceremonial trumpet call. The rain came, soft and steady,the sun with its patient fingerscoaxed green from the dark. Then, one morning, there it was—a slender… Read more

  • The Word Eternal (prose poetry)

    In the beginning, before time’s breath, the Word stood eternal, creating all things—the stars, the seas, the bending tree—life and light to all, shining in darkness that would not overcome it, yet His own did not know Him as He walked among them, full of grace and truth, turning water to wine, offering living water… Read more