I’m not afraid of anythingExcept the backs of my handsAccidentally closing doorsMisreading the signPush instead of pullLocked from the insideStraining until the bones show upWhite tingle palmSlump awayBack to what I’m used to
A deep breath for new beginnings A shudder to shake the horror off A closure, composure A morning folds softly around
He had a habit of hands above Breathe Wait Practiced instructions on how to be Sir Please He didn’t do anything at all Break End Maybe it’s a definable flaw Bred Heir Maybe it’s a correctable sin Say Mend Link the hatred to the melanin Quake Quell
The Sacrifice is a recorded spoken word piece about the cross in recognition of Good Friday. … More The Sacrifice
Philippians 1:6 says, “And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” So, if a hallelujah can still pass these lips Like a cry of redemption from the bottomless pit If the broken pieces still continue to fit … More Philippians 1:6
We start with nothing. And then, the cataclysm of creation, From void to holy formation, God constructs the first foundation With four small words Let There Be Light And while the beginning is perfect We bear cracks on the surface. Stacks of missed marks And broken hearts And the fear of forever Forever falling apart. … More Let There Be Light
I think there’s probably more for you. I think that the God who dreamed up Tides and mountains and the solar system Hasn’t used up all of His creativity. I think your mistakes are forgiven. I think your story matters. I think your past is important But I think there’s probably more for you. I … More More
I don’t write like I should Occasionally a phrase or two More frequently some praise would do And infinite world of good But often it’s the opposite Parsing parables and prophesy Clashing colors so you’ll look at me Where substance sinks And first drafts stink I scribble endlessly It has to come out one way … More Free Write (Pour it Out)
I believe that what is Holy knit cannot be undone Love of God Love of City May the two become one Molded from red clay Praise Him who made me Image of the Father formed and founded on the same day And this is you too His glory shines through Unify the body with the … More Love God, Love the City
A spoken word poem that I wrote and performed for OKC Community Church at Easter. … More What I Will Do (Easter 2019)
