Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

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  • 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

  • When I Lift Your Name

    I do not hold the cure,nor the answer,nor the strength to mend what’s broken,but I know the One who does. In silence, then,deeper than my knowing,I lift your name to Godlike a fragile flame in trembling hands,to the altar of mercy. Not to fix,but to carry.Not to control,but to surrender. In this offering,somehow,your pain becomes 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

  • Pass it On

    Maybe this morningyou’ll catch me being Christ to someone.A quiet kindness, unseen yet felt,a patience that steadies a weary heart,a love that does not ask but gives. Maybe this morningyou’ll see the face of God in my eyes.No radiant brilliance or grandeur,just a soft smile of mercy,and the warmth of a heart turned outward. Maybe Read more

  • Mercy

    Is not a wordbut a movement.It stoops beside the broken man,bleeding by the road,and will not pass by. It does not tally wrongslike coins in a ledger,but breaks the scaleand offers bread instead. Mercy speaks softlyto the woman in shame,“Neither do I condemn you,”and in the same breath:“Go, sin no more.”It is not indulgence.It is Read more

  • If I may ask

    It seems clear while watchingthe heron lift from the pond,wings stretching toward the sky,moving the air beneath its expanse,God’s in charge. I am not. And yet, if I may ask,as one asks the windwhy it bends the palm but fells the oak? what of love,pulling us toward one anotherwhile leading us to You? While no Read more

  • My Revelation

    The revelation given to me,a witness in the square,as I stood as one among thousands,the multitude drawn as by the breath of the Spirit. And I, a pilgrim,took my place beside a pillar of stone,watchful, praying, awaiting the sign. My wife was among the throng,caught in the river of humanity,as crimson-clad men entered the sacred Read more