Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

#God

  • Advent Waiting

    The earth holds its breath in the twilight,a hushed stillness cloaked in ancient longing.The skies stretch wide, their stars trembling,as if they too wait for the dawn of glory. Time folds inward, bearing the weight of hope,fragile yet fierce, pressed into every shadow.The prophets’ whispers echo in the silence,each word a flame flickering against despair.… Read more

  • Vigil of Becoming

    Advent is the crack of dawn before light,not absence but the tender weight of approach.It is the stillness that trembles with purpose,the air heavy with the scent of an unseen rain. We do not wait as stones wait for the tide,unmoved and inert, shaped only by time.We wait as seeds press against the dark soil,restless… Read more

  • Fierce Grace of Waiting

    Advent is no soft hymn.It is the groan of creation stretched taut,the soil breaking open under frost,the grinding wheel of time sharpening uson the edge of eternity. This waiting is not a polite nod toward hope—it is raw and jagged,a burning bush in the wildernessthat won’t leave us untouched.We wait with our hearts stripped bare,our… Read more

  • Hope: The First Flame of Advent

    A single flame dances,small but steady,piercing the shadows of waiting.It flickers not in defiance,but in quiet assurance:the promise is near. Hope leans forward,stretching toward a dawnstill hidden behind the veil of night.Not yet seen,but deeply felt—a pulse in the silence,a cool breeze caresses the face. The prophets’ voices echo,ancient yet alive,calling from the wilderness:“Prepare the… Read more

  • A Thanksgiving prayer

    *image generated with AI, November 2024 Lord, we thank You,for the blessings spread before us—the laughter of family, the warmth of friends,a table set in grace and bounty,turkey, pie, and hands held in prayer. Still, beyond these gifts,our hearts turn to You,the Giver of life, the Source of joy,the One Who sustains our every breath.… Read more

  • An attitude of gratitude

    I wake up, I yawn, and I stretch to the sun,Grateful to God a new day’s begun.My coffee brews, it smells just right,A small, warm joy in morning’s first light. The toast didn’t burn, my socks sort of match,And I’m thankful my zipper’s not stuck in a catch.The traffic was smooth, or I just didn’t… Read more

  • Jesus Wept

    *image generated with AI, November 2024 Tears fell from the eyes of God,Holy sorrow drenching earth,As Love stood before death’s cold door,Knowing the sting we bear. He wept for the brokenness,For hearts entangled in grief,Not for lack of power,But for love deeper than the grave. Compassion clothed in flesh,His tears sanctified the soil,A tender witness… Read more

  • Thank You, God, for the Changing Seasons

    …but if it’s alright, could we press “pause” on winter? Thank you, Lord, for autumn’s charms,Golden hues and sweatered arms,For falling leaves and pumpkin spice,But could we linger just a slice? For though I know each season’s right—A gift to see, a work in sight—That frosty chill, the snowflake’s call,I’m not quite ready yet at… Read more

  • Forgiveness

    Despite efforts to hide it deeply in my heart,wounds run deepand hurt has lingered too long,I feel the weight of the call—not to win, not to be justified,but to surrender. Not a loud release,no sweeping tide of freedom—but a quiet undoing of knots,thread by thread,tangled within my soul by resentment’s hand. Lord,help me in these… Read more

  • God, why me?

    *image generated with AI, November 2022 I stumble, hands too weak to holdthe weight You’ve placed unto them.I’m no Moses, no Gideon—certainly no saint—just a voice caught hiding in the cracks of silence. Yet You call me, as if I’ve something to offer,though my hands are empty,my heart unsure,my countenance weak. Why me, God?Why choose… Read more