Holy Fare

The bitterness
of dishonor
sat acrid
in the depth
of my soul
until you 
offered to me
holy fare
even though
I could not
pay the price

The feasting
stirred my hunger
for more
for good
for nourishment
so each day
I return
The invitation
I sit
at your table
and eat
my fill
and there
I find life


One foot planted
In God’s wholeness
The other caught
In selfish gain
The chasm widens
Now precarious
I must choose
Avoiding pain
One hand 
Held out to free me
By other hands
I’m captive held
As I reach
For life and wholeness
The hands of madness
Are expelled
Christ is stronger
Than my captors
Greater still
Than all I’ve been
He leads me
To a world so hopeful
Frees me from
The world of sin
Choose this day
I beg my spirit
Choose life
And be made whole
Choose not
The empty promise
Of a world
That kills the soul

Look Up

Seeking to discover
the treasure held inside
some journey deeply inward
to a strangely quiet pride
Others look for meaning
with outward reaching plans
but they pursue a heartfelt endgame
not reached by helping hands
The journey to discover
the person we might be
is the path that leads to meaning
and the way that sets us free
It begins by setting course
not inward or out straight
but instead it sets a course above
looking up to Heaven’s Gate
For when we seek the Holy One
whose love brought us alive
we find in him our truest selves
and our soul begins to thrive
And then we can with power
begin to clothe and help and feed
those who live around us
to serve their deeper need
It is seeking out the One True God
that sets our hearts on fire
it is following the Son of Man
that satiates our deep desire