Sunday, December 25, 2011

Silence that can't stay quiet...

Stillness is my strain.
My heart will flood in effervescent silence.
I drown in wonder.
But it is peaceful, this shaking awe.
My soul burns to sing.

Shattered I stumble,
before a splintered manger and laughing cross.
You will reshape me
with unshakable and faithful hands.
Bind with freedom's chains.

Afflicted by light,
burning from windless reverence to wild song.
Give me melody.
Joy so ferocious and strong a word,
quiet and clarion.

Fullness overflows
Through wonderment that ruptures in vibrant praise and dance.
Can I comprehend
the beauty of grace, extent of love,
the face of my King?

Sunday, December 11, 2011

A Portrait - G. K. Chesterton

Fair faces crowd on Christmas night
Like seven sons a-row,
But all beyond is the wolfish wind
And the crafty feet of the snow.

But through the route one finger groes
With quick and quiet tread;
Her robe is plain, her form is frail--
Wait if she turn her head.

I say no word of line or hue,
But if that face you see,
Your soul shall know the smile of faith's,
Awful frivolity.

Know that in this grotesque old masque,
Too loud we cannot sing,
Or dance to wild, or speak to wide
To praise a hidden thing.

That though the jest be as old as night,
Still shaketh sun and sphere
An everlasting laughter
Too loud of us to hear.

Thursday, December 1, 2011


I suggest avoiding procrastination. 10,000 words in one day, especially when you left your reading glasses in the Las Vegas airport, is painful.

NaNoWriMo is over. My novel is not. But it December and I feel like I have a life again, and MERRY CHRISTMAS! :-)