I can’t. Yes, it’s true. I can’t do anything right. My talents seem to be cleverly painted mistakes. My rough edges are really only broken pieces— splinters of good intentions— shards of hopeless attempts. I can’t.— The phrase is a sin because it ended three words early. Shall I finish it? I can’t— but God… Continue reading I can’t.
O God, send to me that angel– Place the tongs in his hands. Let him bring that altar-coal– Once touched to Isaiah’s unclean lips; Press it to my heart! Melt away the evil that is found there– Then, Father, blow– breathe Over the live coal, Inspire a fire within my soul! Then ask. Say, “Who… Continue reading The Altar-Coal
in the dark, i see You. a source of Light, gleaming soft and pure. i see You, through my flickering perception– beckoning. calling. You are my North Star amidst the clamorous winking of the constellations, the white, shining Truth in a sky of liars, the Lamp unto my feet along paths riddled with secrets. i… Continue reading i see You