“God forbid!” cried Job – “You treat your enemies like this –
The way You treat Your friends!”
Category: Fear
Fearing Unseen Things
“Spiritual” –
a word that sends us running, as if from
rattling guns.
Soul Shy
Days long ago I wrestled with
God.
Stormed his walls and claimed his ear.
Today, I fidgeted, and watched my feet, and stammered a triviality.
How shy of you I am,
how anxiously I tiptoe now
going past your door,
for fear
that You might hear me.
Glory
She lay him –
God –
On hay,
While angels
unable to contain their joy
unfurled bright wings and flew,
Blossomed a white and fiery rose
before the drowsing sheep –
In thunderous voice
broke into chorus across
the fields, the prickly grass where shepherds sprawled.
And immortal shadows
grew great against the mountains all around.
They serenade the Son
who whimpers, wondering at the world he made,
and lies among the wide-eyed cows:
Jesus –
Deity –
veiled, veiled
from human eyes,
lest he overwhelm us
with his glory
and we die.
Waking Hours
I have made friends
with every hour on the dial of the clock,
pressed it, late and early, light and dark,
into my baby’s service;
and knowing all the times, all their individual shades,
am afraid of none of them.
I, Cassandra
I see ends before beginnings.
—–
Deaths before deliveries.
So I live life in inverse,
In cold prophetic fear,
Like a cripple who cannot
Or a child who will not
Walk,
In fear to take the first step
into
Somewhere.
Made Along The Way 