Flow Freely on Me

To the tune of Adele, Go Easy on me: There is gold in His rivers They’ve been flowing through Bereshit forever I know there is hope in the healing Pishon waters I must bring myself to swim and be mikvehed in There’s no drowning in silence with Yeshua Messiah Oh, let me in! Flow easy … More Flow Freely on Me

Ruth Speaks

I’m still moving blogs from Obadiah’s Cave to my new site. This is an older poem I wrote. The poem is dedicated to my husband, my Boaz, and my best friend. Thank you, Chief, for making every minute of this crazy life count.   Ruth speaks: Won’t you cover me? Boaz cover your רות with … More Ruth Speaks

Darkness and Light

  I stumbled across this poem written many years ago and decided to post it. It was covering every windowpaneDarknessThick and draped and full of dustA scent of mothballsA hint of myrrhAnd along the hearth a candle burnsDripping waxCollected things adorned on nooksCoat racks and cluttered clothesBoards of oak along the floorSpores of moldAnd years … More Darkness and Light

Beauty for Ashes

I found this poem from last year and wanted to post it. Maybe you have felt the same things at times? I gathered all my strength and tried to raise up from the ashes. I held ashes in my hands and raised them up to Him “Here, take these ashes– I screamed!” “Give me beauty,” … More Beauty for Ashes

Grace

The picture above is a cabin built out of refurbished wood from my grandpa and grandma Green’s home. It was built on their land, and I love it. I entered this particular poem in a contest a few months back but did not win. However, I enjoyed writing it, and since my husband and I … More Grace

The Photograph

It hung there like a branch on a tree. The color? It was more of a brown, Like shoe leather and cream with orbs of splattered sunlight. The timeworn camera had captured a split second of special. We would call it a black and white photo today, but to suggest it had a quality of … More The Photograph

Son Flower Seeds

She sopped me up like a piece of bread dipped in venison gravy She said she tasted something wild even though I soaked it in vinegar “It’s a tad gamey.” she folded up three creases on her forehead and twisted her mouth unpleasantly. “Buuuttt how?” “I steeped like a teabag. Why I submerged until my … More Son Flower Seeds

Bruised Plums #240

They were unpromising Words grated like cheese. Words reduced to small shreds. Words strung like pasta. Tossed like a salad Thrown together with a pinch of thyme And oregano The other morsels were small. Irritants Acidic Tomatoes, garlic, and onions Barely noticeable to the tall ones Their necks stretched out in the clouds. They see … More Bruised Plums #240

Hate is?

Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still, the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers, … More Hate is?

Candy Apple Leaves

Yellowed candy apple leaves floated down the skies and melted into the grassy brown earth. The wind sang in her ears. It shrieked with delight, whipping and twirling more leaves, causing them to dance a forceful Allegro! The sun crackled from a fire on the horizon, and her heart drank in winter like a warm … More Candy Apple Leaves

Off the Grid

I want to go off the grid. My mouth and fingers away from the eyes of a button marked click like, love, unlike. A thumbs up. An emoji that cannot equate the feelings in the heart created by Our King. I want to go off the grid. Away from the scrolls and scowls of the … More Off the Grid