foundation

Profuse are the kisses of an enemy,
but faithful are the wounds of a friend.
If you love me, speak to me plainly.
Tell me what's truly on your mind.

Though it may cause some present pain,
the outcome is my trust.
I rest secure in your embrace
when I know your love is honest-

that it can see my many faults,
but doesn't find me ugly.
Your faithful wounds help me to heal-
to make lovelier what's already lovely.


"Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality." Romans 12:9-13

night shift

Goodnight, my love,
my rising moon.
I wish I did not have
to leave you so soon.

While I sink into sleep,
you greet each of the stars,
You emerge from the east,
and then follow your course.

I long to fly with you,
but live in the light.
So shine on me brightly,
that together we might

listen to the sounds
and savor the sights,
awake and alive,
of these still summer nights.

A chorus of crickets,
a katydid call,
a flick'ring of fireflies,
the song of an owl.

The twinkle of airplanes
interrupting the stars,
the gleam of great planets
like Saturn or Mars.

But the best sight of all
is my moonrise above,
each detail reflecting
the Sun's light and love.

As we wander through darkness,
walking hand in hand,
may our love look like Jesus-
a light in this land.