#Jesus
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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
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In the shadow of the cross, I stand,A sinner wrapped in tattered rags of pride,The world’s allure still clinging to my hands,Yet here, You call me—arms stretched open wide. I see the nails, the thorns, the crimson flow,Each drop a message: Beloved, you are Mine.What love is this, that stoops so low,To bear my curse,… Read more
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*image generated with AI, October, 2023 Where do I belong,if not cradled in the curve of eternity’s hand?The world shifts beneath my feet,roots torn by winds howling,“You are out of place.” I have wandered among the fleeting,held fast to shadowsthat promise solidity yet dissolve.I have cast anchorsinto oceans of approvalyet remain adrift. But in stillness—beneath… Read more
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Not a measure of space—but as near as the breath that leaves our lips,the assured hope of a prayer unfurled in faith,the heartbeat that stirs when love takes root. Heaven is not some distant star,but a flaming flicker in the human soul,a reflection of the divineetched into our essence, our identity. It’s as close as… Read more
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God is not magic,not smoke or show—He is the breathin the seeds we sow. Stop wishing for wonders,start bending your knee;in prayer, you’ll findwhat was always meant to be. Read more
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His love, they say, is reckless, wild,Like winds that chase the wayward child.No walls too high, no heart too far,No wound too deep to leave a scar. He seeks the lost with fervent grace,Unmoved by scorn or shame’s embrace.The broken find in Him their rest,The outcast, welcomed as His guest. No caution in the love… Read more
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Do we carve the air with silvered speech,Only to let it fall,A polished echo of promises,Too brittle to stand tall? We speak of love like it’s a flame,A holy warmth, divine,Yet hold it close within our hearts,Afraid to let it shine. What good is light that seeks no dark,A river that will not flow?What worth… Read more
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Beneath the chill of Bethlehem’s skies,Where starlight whispers ancient sighs,A child is born—Divinity’s face revealing,From within the manger, grace unyielding. No royal court, no grand display,But straw and shadow mark the way.The Word-made-flesh, in frailty bound,Heaven’s King, on humble ground. Did angels weep to see Him small,Who shaped the stars and governs all?Did Mary’s heart… Read more
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Infinite folded into frailty,Majesty wrapped in tender cries,The Word, now flesh, beneath the stars,Eternal Love with newborn eyes. A throne exchanged for manger hay,The King of all in humble guise,Salvation’s song begins to rise,Hope cradled there, where mercy lies. Read more
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It is not enough to sit still, hands folded,as if the world turns without our longing.Advent is a practice of noticing—the way the light changes by the hour,how the frost etches its delicate laceon the windowpane,and the silence hums with expectation. This waiting is not empty.It is a stirring, a gathering—like birds preparing for flight,their… Read more
