Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

#Jesus

  • A Little Prayer

    It begins the way dawn begins,a hazy blanket settles on the lawn,the hush before the sparrow’s song,before the gold coin of the sun slipsinto the trembling grasses. I kneel     (or not).I only need to stop.The wind will do the rest,ruffling my hair,carrying the scent of the damp earthlike an old psalm. My hands stay empty.The Read more

  • We walk as shadows in a world of light,bearing within a hollow vast and deep,a God-sized ache no treasure can make right,no wisdom soothes, no pleasure lull to sleep. It is the hunger carved before our birth,the silent cry that stirs in all we do,the longing sewn into the soil of earth,the restless pull that Read more

  • Love over Conquest

    No blade He drew, no war He won,yet darkness trembled at the Son.He bore no flag, led no parade,but wore a crown the thorns had made. While kings demand and tyrants strive,His mercy made the dead alive.Love, not conquest, broke the night.The Cross, not sword, became His might. Read more

  • Arms stretched on the treemercy flows from every woundpure, unearned, and wideeven death bows to His lovestill He calls me by my name Read more

  • Thy Kingdom Come

    Let Your Kingdom rise       in the hearts that choose compassion       in the hands that offer bread       in the eyes that see another’s pain       and stay Let it shine       in the quiet labor of love       in the songs sung softly       when no one hears but You       in the courage to speak peace       when silence feels safer Read more

  • Who is this Jesus?

    He isbreath of life,the stillness in which the voice of Godspoke light into being.He walked in Eden’s hush,not as echo or wind,but as Presence. He isthe fire that burned without consuming,the whisper Moses could not name.He etched commandments into stone,and in the fullness of timeoffered His hands to be pierced by them. He isthe thunder Read more

  • The Theotokos

    She did not ascendthrough effort or meritHeaven bent lowinto the stillness of her yes No firenor trumpetbut in the hush between breathsthe Divine knockedat the door of her being And sheunveiled and tremblingbecame the gatethrough which the Word took breath In hereternity curled the uncontainableinto the contours of timebecame clothed in her fleshand waitedto be Read more

  • Come Holy Spirit

    Come, Breath of God, unseen but nearWhisper Your wind through the chambers of fearKindle the flame where the embers lie lowBreak through the shadows and teach me to glow Spirit of truth, unshackle my mindLoosen the lies I’ve too long let bindFlood every thought with the fire of graceTill wisdom takes root in Your dwelling Read more

  • Do Not Be Silent

    When the night is thick with fearand the voices around memock the truth I hold dearI push through the world’s noiseand listento the whisper of Godin my soul “Do not be afraid”He saysnot because there is no dangerbut because He is with mein the middle of it “Keep on speaking”even if my words trembleeven if Read more

  • The Word Made Flesh

    The Word was not a soundbut the stillness before soundnot speechbut the meaning that gives speech weightnot thoughtbut the source from which all thoughts emergeHe was before breathand yet He breathed Fleshnot symbol nor shadowbut matter which bruisescells that hungerbones that breakHe entered the ribcage of creationand let His heart beat there He did not Read more