Shade Among Shades

Do Be Kind

It must be admitted, I am a closet poet. Who isn’t, really. But I have been writing snatches of poetry for years and showing a few of them to people whose love for me is not conditional on pleasing rhyme schemes. Now however, I am releasing my first bit of verse to the general public. It’s not particularly well-written, but it communicates better than anything else I have the stage I am in as I follow Christ. Feel free to critique, but do be gentle!

Song of the Broken Bride

These bones you have broken

Finally learn to sing your praise;

Here in the valley, I learned to say your name.

To the wilderness I run, there

All I have is you, there

Your whispers I hear

Clear and sweet.

The edges of this broken stone

Are being sanded by your grace,

And shaped into an instrument

For you, and you alone.

I run to your streams of rest

And once I’ve drunk my fill,

I wait to hear you say, “you are mine!”

Your voice is like the thunder

To those who hate your name,

And like the wind among the leaves

To those who yearn to see your face.

Sing of your delight

In me, for nothing else will satisfy.

Pulse your life through me—open up my eyes.

Take me into the desert—

There, woo my heart.

Remind me that your promises

Forever hem me in.

Remove my stained garments

And burn away my shame—

Show me the mysteries of love everlasting.