I wrote this poem about my recent brain surgery, and the struggle that I had trusting God through it. I’ve had a very difficult time coming up with a satisfactory title…I’m still not sure that I’m satisfied with this one. Tell me if you have any better ideas! What would you do if the moon...

White linen wraps a broken body, A traitor bought the Son of Man. He who used to reign in glory, Now leaks the blood which stains their hands. The one who took the silver coins, And those who ran away, Accusations lead to empty words, Three nails choke out the light of day. He taught,...

Scene: Third grade creative writing class. My teacher asks us to write out a list of our favorite places. As an eight-year-old I wait for a moment with my pencil poised, thinking. I look around me and notice that all of the other students have already set to work scribbling down such things as “my...

So…here we go again with the whole poetry thing…   In long-dead ground a flower grows, In frozen mud and old, old snows. Empty houses…lived in, Wind through bones…like breath. Bloodless hearts to beat again, Could love undo death? A forsaken cross, An empty tomb, A curtain torn in two, The greatest price to mend...