silence #5

pages
turned on the dial
of our lives
by Your hand
bring no sense...
no words
readable with our
eyes...
or hearable
if even they could be
spoken.

the only words
we can truly hear
come
from inside us.
yet
even those
deep-inside words...
where do they come from?

did they begin
elsewhere?

in Your deep-inside,
Lord?

these pages #1

these words
on pages electric
burn
holes in my heart,
Lord.

they are not poetry…
they are
prose
&
prayer
visible to be spoken
like my heart would say
them
to You, Jesus.

let them burn me
into a shape
ready
to be with You
in courts ELECTRIC
with Your never-ending
LIGHT
LOVE
GRACE.

should my words
burn
no one other than
myself
they are still worth
igniting.

may they turn me into
flame!

Hammer

Lord,
Your words
are a hammer
battering our
slow hearts...our
lazy souls...our
prideful wills...

like the blacksmith's
hammer,
Your words...when
we hear them
push us to where we
otherwise
could not
would not
go...
into LIFE.