• My Poems

    Conversation {a #poem}

    What did I do to deserve this? is the wrong ask. Because you didn’t. Do anything. There is no quid pro quo/cash economy in this wide invisible, Kingdom-filled world. The sunlight searching between oak leaves, the slant of green on the birdbath, chime of silver in the breeze. It’s all gift. Like the sloppy kiss of a two-year-old or an unexpected letter in the mail, you are worth surprising. Don’t quibble with your questions, paint your Creator God as an if/then Saviour. He is a because/when God. Because you are mine, I will pour out my gracelings when I want, to whom I want. Just look up from time to time and…