I had hung up my harp but my God still demands a song. How can I draw a note I asked my heart within grown cold. I have weighed justice and mercy until mercy has hardly registered, and bitterness become a weight that kept me counting my losses. But we are asked to hold all … More A Poem: Heart Song
Somehow, although I recognise you can still arrive swift as flood or fire, somehow, I think you come more often through the back door; while I seek out signs and wonders you’ve already appeared, and at the altar of my heart have lit the hearth. And my house, to which you sit expectant of my … More A Poem: At my Hearth
I love. I love from here. From my heart which burns and beats, and smiles and cries. Which starts and smarts with each move and turn of the subjects of my love. I am mother, I am wife. I am friend and lover of God. But my heart is inside out. Love does that. It … More A Poem: To Witness
I am the light in the darkness. The candle in your heart, that will not dim. Though the light in your life might depart, my flame within keeps burning. I am the length of the cross, and also its full width. My reach is in every direction, and it encompasses all of the earth. I … More A Poem: In my Heart
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