Two little words can bring me
to know I can’t, despair
towards a pride
in all that I can do
those little words so telling
the if-then proposition
of law disguised as grace
for when I try so very hard
I always fall up short
another word is needed
to reach into my heart
this word, because, shines light
onto my darkened mind
it begs me listen gentle voice
because I love you so
I choose not to condemn
but hang with you
on the cross you built
your turning in on you
you forget that trying harder
is not the way to go
but falling, falling, falling
your new life in Me
The Edge Of Belonging
In silence groans caught up in prayer we plead for those we love not from the joyless stance of Judas returning to consciousness after betraying his deepest self but from an open-heart broken and gifted able to question and wonder hopeful in uncertainty free to...