When do strangers become friends?When does a name go from beingJust another one on a clipboardTo one committed to memory for life?When does a visitorChoose to become a regular?When does a nationGo from a place you visitTo a base you leave from?When does a hand you once stiffly shookBecome the hand youNever want to let […]Read more "The moment of belonging"
Home is more than where the heart is-Its where your feet are planted,RootedIt is where you have chosen to belongThe people you refuse to let downThe tribe you prioritize.Home is more than a sentimentOr a place of fond memoriesIt is the context from which you flourishA soil that is fertilized by yourCommitment to it.To know […]Read more "On knowing where home is"
Is surprisingly hard in this life.It’s harder than it looksTo get up from under the weightOf placing yourself at the axis of reality,To live as though the circumstances of your lifeDon’t blot out the Sun.Indeed it is humanTo place yourself at the center of a narrative.It is not easy to acceptThat you are a created […]Read more "Finding your place"
There really is no need.No real real obligation to do this.You won’t lose nearly as muchAs you think you willIf you just stay in your lane.The greatness of othersNeed not diminish your own significanceOr serve as a reference pointFor your particular journey.Your path is your ownFit-for-purposeFor the strength of your legsAnd the contour of your […]Read more "On comparing yourself to others"
From enemies and vagabondsTo lovers and trusted sonsGod has done a thingThat we will sing about forever,For He has penned a glorious stanzaWith our very lives,Weaving together seemingly random eventsThat converge to form a constellation of His mercies-Moments that made no senseSeasons so dark we lost our very selvesNon-linear paths that all led usHere.To His […]Read more "We have become His poetry"
Is what He has promised.Not that the darkness will not comeNor that we will not feel itNor that we will alwaysSee ourselves as separate from it,But that on that dayHe will be there-Enormous, ferocious powerGentled just to be with us in our distress.For the darknessIs not a sign of the absenceOf God’s goodness,Or His failure […]Read more "A Hand to hold on earth’s darkest day"
Great is the discontent Of the man who demands That a different fruit grow On the trees of his life. It may be that he desires A better quality fruit, For which he must ensure A rich soil and conducive moisture, But for a plum tree to produce peaches? Being exasperated that the plums Are […]Read more "Peaches and plums"
Don’t do it.Hold space.You’re here for a reason.Read more "On apologizing for being here"
He lived His life on earthAt the pace of Heaven.Thirty yearsWas not too long to wait,Three yearsWas enough time for execution,The measure of his infleunceWas not in the number of followers,He would not be hurriedAnd yet was always open to digressions,He confidently sought the audience of thousandsAnd aslo craved solitude with His Father.The metronome of […]Read more "Metronome of Jesus"
David was just a lad. A typical last born, Eager to grow up Earnest in his pursuits Awkward in his steps. His veins ran quick With the blood of a warrior Something inescapable within him Seemed to always draw him to battle, Yet he found himself running errands For those that actually engaged in them. […]Read more "Unlikely paths"