"Basking"

I'm lying on the sands of a sun-warmed beach
My head to the shore, my feet to the sea
Eyes closed, thinking of my Heavenly King
A wave crashes and splashes up to my feet
It's not water but God's awesome glory I feel
Another crash and it covers my knees
The tide's coming in but I'm at peace
I'll be overwhelmed, but here, 'tis a good thing
Surging up to my chest, pure light—can you see?
I've no doubts, no fears, no worries nagging me
It cascades over my head—submerged in the deep
I can't do it alone, You must be the one to breathe
My thoughts, my flesh, my sin cease to be
And I? I am finally, finally free

"On Literature"

Tired of all this sadness runnin' around
Tired of this glad ship runnin' aground
This mad sadness has got to end
Can't be a classic without losing a friend?
Sick of stories with no hope
Done with joyless poetry wrote
Dead relatives and unrequited love?
Come on people! God came from above!
There's a reason to live
(Try another season of give)
The verse says nightlong sorrow
Shall end on the morrow
Stretch those bones!
Drop those moans!
Wake up! Wake up,
And write something new!

"Blade: A Warrior's Lament"

I miss it
Its cold, folded steel a comfort,
Reassuring to weathered hands
A companion constant
A decision instant
Our movements a dance

I long for it
Its fine edge a biting kiss
Just the two of us
Sharp, quick justice
To hold it again
Be bold, old friend
Forgive me my sin

I will reclaim it

"'Twas The Morn After Christmas"

On the other side of a nine-paneled pane,
Leaveless trees shivering in the cold,
Branches stretching, reaching, aching for the sun

Within, sleep and slumber start to wane
Four generations celebrating the Birth
People stretching, reaching, waking—new day begun

"When Jesus Walks"

When Jesus walks in darkened lands
Atop charred soils and scorched sands
He leaves footprints outlined in light
And up spring flowers—a gardener's delight
He brings life, power, truth anew
To everyone—even me and you