the nature of love


love is nothing if not personal

there must be freedom to be ourselves

meek, mild, or otherwise

with one who says they love us

this poem about love appears in my upcoming book on the nature of the spiritual journey and how we work out faith, on the ground, in relationship with the people we love in healthy and, often unhealthy ways; the book is about getting healthy and strong on all fronts to glorify God with our whole heart

This poem appears in my NEW BOOK, “Longings of the Soul, a poetic response.” Now on Amazon.

Your Own Understanding

empty road placed in green forest in daytime

Where has life led you? Have you come to the place

of trusting God and his love for you and yours?

Leaning on him and who he is?

If not, know it is a journey.

This poem appears in my upcoming book that explores the spiritual disciplines that lead us deeper into God’s love and that builds on our own understanding/level of contentment with our lives.

This poem appears in my NEW BOOK, “Longings of the Soul, a poetic response.” Now on Amazon.

Join Me

woman walking on street under black umbrella

When someone joins you on the journey

towards truth and reconciliation,

especially when it’s your husband

or your wife, or someone

you really love and need in that deep

way we need the people we love

to walk with us, toward truth

and reconciliation—when this happens,

something inside of us


This poem appears in the new book I’m writing, exploring the spiritual journey we’re on, called life. Who do you know who might be on this journey, open to companionship? Or is that you?

A Rule to Live By

person on a bridge near a lake

Say, “No.”

If that’s what you need to do.

Even if you’re scared (especially if you’re scared) to say it

—and mean it. Follow through,

the world will continue to spin on its axis,

which is, of course, an entirely invisible line, much

like the one our world within revolves around—although

there are things that can bring us to a complete

standstill, even start spinning us out of control,

which usually happens when we can’t say, “No,”

allowing others to have control over us—

this makes sense, given we are called to self-control,

to rule over the unruly.         

This poem appears in the new book I’m working on, about the strength of the spiritual life well lived – written in poetry, which I take to be the language best suited to speak of such things.