The Crosshairs of Love

Vertical love is easy to do.
For in and of itself,
that is how Love began.

It descended from the Heavens to the earth.
For such ones as you and me,
Adam and Eve came to be.

You see, vertical love is from God to man.
Though in delayed obedience we strive,
all in all in HIS love we will thrive.

HE ushers in hope, goodness and trust.
Some days we bow in holy worship,
and yet we rise empowered and inspired.

Horizontal love is where we falter.
For in and of itself,
that is how Love’s story unfolds.

You see, horizontal love is from us to one another.
Though we long to belong and to be known,
we often perish from wounds and neglect.

We promise what we cannot provide.
Unconditionally with rules and regulations,
we control and we contrive.

But can’t you see, nearsighted are we?
Do we not live within the crosshairs of Love?
Heaven’s or earth’s, upwardly traveling or sideways we stumble?

At the End of Hope

At the end of hope
when at the foot of the cross
knees were bowed and
dreams were shattered
grace flowed.

At the end of hope
when at the empty tomb
hearts were bereft and
understanding was muddled
grace arose.

At the end of hope
when death claims the innocent
while evil kills and destroys
and sows seeds of living anger
grace abides.

At the end of hope
when fools reign in defiance
while ignorance abandons
all that is holy and right
grace protects.

At the end of hope
when there is no reason to live
as life multiplies in pain and despair
and the future forecasts even more
grace beckons.

At the end of hope
when HIS praises and songs we sing
as weak and broken we humbly fall
and cling to HIS promises and strength
grace endures.

Grace makes a way
to live one more moment and for
one more day though it may be through
the darkest of nights simply because
with grace, there is no end of hope.

From Within My Infirmity

Underneath this blanket of anger
lies a mattress of hurt
and a box spring of fear.

I lay me down to sleep
with my head on a stone
for a pillow as peace escapes me.

Wrestling throughout the night
even in sleep I long for answers
as principalities swirl all about.

Bathed in unrest and bitterness
tears anoint the place where I laid
and so I rise to face another day.

Yea, though I struggle and am now
marked by the peculiarity of Jacob
I have seen God face to face.

The answers to my heart’s burdens still
escape me and riddle me daily but
nonetheless I march on with knowledge of HIM.

I have seen HIS glory and yet lived to tell
of HIM so therein I can lean upon the firm hope
of HIS steadfast love and blessed promises.

The gifts and things on which I previously relied
have lost their glitter and their value
when now it is HIS glory for which I live.

In humility and in greater dependence
I walk as a cripple still not knowing
yet in full knowledge of HIM alone.

In the full knowledge of HIS Sovereignty
I will soldier on as the baggage I carry
becomes lighter and lighter still.

From within my infirmity I have been
delivered, healed and given a new stride
which signifies to all the presence of HIM.

From within my infirmity my praise
becomes the message that it is HE who heals
and delivers and redeems those who lean on HIM.