Little Feet

I found one more poem I wrote about Isaiah, so again, in honor of his “gotcha day” I will share it with you. Little Feet I love these little feet They have walked across African soil Now they rest and sleep These feet have seen the women weep They have seen the men’s great toil…

Each Life

I’m posting this poem today because today is what our family calls the “gotcha day” for our son Isaiah. Adoption is just a great thing, and I wanted to honor the memory of this day by posting this poem:   Each Life This is what it’s all about These are smiles of heaven’s shouts This…

Restore

I wrote this poem for a patient of mine. She was an infant with a terribly progressive terminal disease. I guess you could call this poem a “statement of faith” if you wanted to, but as a physician I despise when it seems that illness wins and my patients and their families lose. So in…

The Angel

The Angel There is an angel outside my window Standing amongst the trees Standing amongst the remains of the giants Always looking to the gates Standing, watching, in silence he waits Watching the entries, the exits The comings and goings His head lifted slightly toward the sunsets   He reminds me often that my life…

Clover

Clover Isn’t it amazing That in the midst of nowhere God places his nicest beauties In the places where feet trod, unbeholden, Stomping the life out of it all Completely unaware, uncaring, of the life being crushed   Yet right there is where His beauty lies Right there is the place where I can decide…

The Entry

The Entry Narrow is the gate into the kingdom of beauty and wonder Yet within the way is very, very broad In fact, it is eternal It dances in the clouds It moves into the depths like the waters It is older than the mountains Yet younger than the sky It moves on without hesitation…

Intricacies

 Intricacies This is amazingly intricate Accidental it cannot be Every tiny fiber making it’s small contribution Every contribution critical to the mass I refuse to see through a looking glass Whose lenses are shattered by mere reason That is why even in the deadliest season One can see that beauty exists Beauty lives Beauty speaks…

Chasm

Chasm Sometimes living poetry Is like looking into a deep, dark chasm I see nothing I feel nothing Yet I know something is out there In there, within the darkest depths And suddenly and without any explanation There I just step Falling, falling, falling Into a place I know not To a destiny I know…

Slumber

Slumber That time between the worlds, secession Where sleep is dream and wake is a question Where our souls get closer to where our spirits dwell And oceans wander and the deep does swell Where light and life and echoes cease To be just yearnings and are released There the call of wonder comes It…

To be continued…

To be continued… I have embraced everything meant to destroy me I’ve shunned everything that gives me love The recognition of it all isn’t helpful I think I might just need a death, a burial In order to see something new Maybe this blind man needs to view The sunshine that starts the new day…

Brown

Brown I’ve noticed that the earth is brown It seems that it could be the color of down Yet I sense it carries something much more A place where there is an opening of a great door Where earth is a gate to heavenly places Joyful gatherings and beautiful faces simply spring to life and…

Kissing Sun

Kissing Sun Everywhere I go Everywhere I see People moving, walking, enjoying life Why not me? They seem to know who they are What they’re made to do Just saunter along through the morning dew Until you sleep at night Every thing is all right But not with me. Maybe the problem is I’m not…