poetry – Thoughts from a Stumbling Saint

hero (February 20, 2024)

I have often tried these last several months to find words to write about Grandpa Powell. Tried and given up. Words don’t come easily to me now, at least not about the memories or the people who matter most to me.

It’s six months and a day since Grandpa passed; almost exactly two and a half years since Grandma, his wife, passed in June of 2022.

I have written nothing new since his death. The visit home this Christmas has rekindled the desire to capture the memories again, and I haven’t given up entirely. But I have not found the words yet.

be still – a poem

Listen.

Hear the clock ticking
the subtle roar of the air conditioning,
the growl of the dishwasher,
my laptop exhaling and the
faint sound of typing from the back room.

my Father’s world: a poem

This is my Father’s world:
at 6am, the dawn cool and clear,
skies dyed a pale yellow
melting into rosy peach – a heartbeat
just over the horizon, pulsing warmth
despite the crispness of the breeze.

to my Father: a lent-inspired confession

A few years back, I discovered Lent during a Bible study our church participated in, using the booklet, Journey to the Cross. That time leading up to Easter was a time of tremendous growth for me, as my sister and I met every night that we could to read through the book of Mark and pray together. To My Father is the poem that came out of that forty-day experience, particularly inspired by the week of lament and confession. It’s a poem I hold especially dear as the prayer of my heart. My hope is that it would be an encouragement to you, wherever you are in your journey.

book review: cathedral

I meant to post this on December 18th – Cathedral‘s official release date… one speech tournament, a set of finals, and a broken computer later, here it is at last. Forgive the delay.