I take a step and a rumble invades my chest— It tells me of mountains I cannot see but their majesty connects Unfolding in the recesses of my heart, where whispers from the Creator Contrast with shouts from the same Maker Mountains shake and tremble at his breath, but he knows each atom and its …
Category: Poetry
Holding Me Close
Here, I’m standing in the midst of the majesty of the King of my heart He holds my head close to his chest so I can feel again Letting go of all imaginations, I hear my heart beat within The hands of my King, they block out all the voices telling me I can’t sing …
A Study in Contrasts
As I’ve pondered this week some of the characteristics of Jesus and the ways in which he relates to us, I’ve come to realize that Jesus Christ is in fact a study in beautiful contrasts. He is, if we were to use our language, nothing less than a paradox. And I absolutely love that about …
Creation
Here we are, God Fragile creatures filled with power that our frames aren’t built to hold Known and loved, tiny hearts on a tiny planet Just wanting to dream and live, because our creation from the start Was linked to your heart Art poured from your lips until the melody wrapped up empty space and …
Fell Apart
I don’t know where I fell apart Maybe it’s just that my heart has always been in a thousand pieces Fed a thousand lies by its enemy from infancy A battle I was born into and couldn’t escape but for the haven of your grace I think identity has been the great war of the …
Words
I speak until the reverberations reach every cell And sink deeper, permeating molecules at the core of their origin— Know your Father today My body responds, my spirit swells Because it has become aware of its existence which is founded by your breath So breathe the words even as I speak them So they fall …
To Not Know
Lost at sea, it seems Yet I can’t be, Because how can I be lost when you’re beside me? I know where I came from and not all the reasons why I don’t know where I’m going, although my heart used to tell me to fly But by and by and through and through, all …
Faith Again
I don’t want to think inside any more boxes Because these limitations pull at my skin and rob me of what you’ve stirred within— This fire I was born with that just needed recognition I forget so often who I was made to be But when I tap into that eternal destiny—that whisper that rushed …
Little Worlds
I’m sitting in a room full of people Each one, lost A room full of little worlds that mean the world And who have come at great cost Just to know that the dreams they dream are worth something That there are other worlds out there beyond their own minds And souls who suffer equally …
Walls
The walls around my heart are crumbling in the light of this initiation Into a place where all I see is your face Because There is a different sort of wall around this space And it separates me from that location where I misplaced my identity, Finding false varieties inside of things that were never …
Denica McCall 