Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

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  • The Stations of the Cross

    The First Station, Jesus is condemned to death A Silent Sacrifice The Judge of all stands judged today,silent before the gavel’s fall.The Word that spoke the world to lifenow waits as death is called. False tongues weave their wicked tales,truth is twisted, love betrayed.Yet mercy does not lift its voice,nor justice draw its blade. Behold Read more

  • Ashes, a Return

    The dust is real beneath my feet,soft, silent, and easily stirred,as fleeting as the breath I breathe,as weightless as a spoken word. Yet in this dust, He calls me home,returning so to be found.A voice of mercy, strong and low,bids me kneel upon this ground. Remember, child, you are but dust,yet dust infused with love 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

  • Where Can We Find Holiness?

    Is it hidden in cathedral walls,where light bends through stained glass prayers,or in the hush of whispered psalms,echoing off marble bones of saints? Is it folded in the hands of the poor,wrinkled palms lifted in silent need,or in the mother’s weary touch,brushing sleep across her child’s brow? Does it linger in the river’s hush,where stones Read more

  • The Lens Through Which I See

    I do not wear rose-colored glass,Nor eyes of steel that judge too fast.My lens is shaped by love and grace,A gift from God, my truest place. My faith’s the sky, both vast and bright,A morning sun, a guiding light.It whispers truth in winds that call,And lifts me up when doubts befall. My family’s earth, so 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 Love of St. Valentine

    O Lord, who fashioned love itself,teach us to love as Your martyr loved,not in fleeting sentiment,nor in words untested by sacrifice,but in the fire of surrender,where self is poured out like oil for the lamp. St. Valentine bore Your name in chains,his love not bound by fear,but made bold in the face of cruelty,a whisper Read more

  • Beyond Kindness

    Kindness speaks with gentle words,a smile, a hand outstretched,a fleeting warmth that soothes the woundbut does not mend the flesh. Yet love—true love—descends beneath,where kindness fears to tread.It bears the weight of others’ pain,pours wine where wounds have bled. Kindness offers what is safe,what costs the giver naught,but love will kneel, embrace the cross,no mercy Read more

  • Love in Abundance

    He did not speak of love in mere words,soft syllables drifting like mist in the wind.No—He walked it, wore it, bled it,poured it out like wine too rich to hoard. He touched lepers none would dare to see,held children the world deemed too small.He broke bread with the broken,spoke life into silence,called sinners by name, Read more