What if…

The perception of isolation
is the force that keeps me searching.

The feeling of desolation
is what keeps me clinging to Your side.

The sense of desperation
is the where my salvation resides.

Your name is grace
Joy radiates from your smile

Your head is aimed high
at the Kings of Kings.

My little worshipper child.

My boy is a salmon
But has the sweetest smile

His eyes like the blue sky
Full of wonder

When you’re ready,
you’ll truly fly

I see you, son

like a revolving door

Cycling through

the boy you’ve been

and the young man

you will be.

Pull you tight

and Push you away

When you go

please remember to

come back to me.

Do not be dismayed

Turn your countenance

Toward this truth–

The Lord has made you

Righteous:

The only hell you have to fear

is on this cursed earth and

the pain it rears

Yet, for the wicked

The sad reflection grows

the only heaven their witness bears

is the beauty offered

from this same globe.

Tribulation is temporary

Your yearning is warranted

Hope is steady.

Be at rest,

Find your peace in this…

This–

This is the worst of it.

She tucks her head in tight,

Against her daddy’s shoulder.

She’s got her momma’s spirit;

a shared expressive spark

She’s her brothers’ treasure;

the apple of their eye

She’s a prayer, answered

that they didn’t dare to mention

May they always find her faithful

as her Daddy’s girl.

The Creator and Sustainer of the universe, stars, sea, and sky

willingly lends His ear

to an audience of

one.

Strong enough

to crush

the serpent’s schemes.

Tender enough

to uphold

the lily

and the sparrow’s wings.

True enough

to persist through

my trials and your pain.

Brave enough

to conquer

both sin

and the grave.

Dear Dandelion Boy,

Never stop looking for a yellow spot

in the sea of sweeping green.

Hunt down and pluck up joy

from the midst of the mundane.

Maintain your smile and good pleasure

in serving up your yellow weeds

in love.

Always look for dandelions, my boy

So that your heart will be forever filled

with joy.

I was groping on my knees.

Navigating soft and thorny places–

Senseless in the dark.

Your guidance met me in the shadows

And brought me back to light.