Category: Poetry

Redeemer, the Spring

or have i become Winter?
broken, defeated, mean
so brutish and addicted
that no Spring could ever
safely entrust herself to me?

Hiding in Eden

“Where are you?”
You called out to the two,
after it all went horribly wrong,
and they hid themselves from You.

Found Objects

i lie awake in the dark
imagining You, Your touch
the sound of Your breathing
how you might rest your head
on my bare chest and whisper
“I love you”