Category: poetry

  • Yoke (poem, 2008)

    Yoke (poem, 2008)

    I’ve been sharing some poems I recently found from a stash I wrote in 2008. These poems were written at a time when I was stressed out from two new things in my life: I was having some “birth pangs” at being a newly-ordained pastor, and I was also anxious about the upcoming birth of…

  • Double (poem, 2008)

    Double (poem, 2008)

    Last night, I shared a poem I found from 2008. Here’s another of the poems from that stash. This one seems to be about anxiety, viewing the anxiety who haunts my depression as a companion who’s always with me. Have I shared this one before? I don’t think so, but if so, sorry. I’ll share…

  • Never Enough Left (poem, 2008)

    Never Enough Left (poem, 2008)

    I found some old poems I wrote in 2008. This was about a year after I was ordained a pastor, and I was having some second thoughts about my calling. Was I really cut out for this? My wife and I were also at this time expecting our first child, and I was anxious about…

  • I Know That You’re Here (poem)

    I Know That You’re Here (poem)

    I know that you’re here. I feel you in the air. The frost in the trees. The taste in my hair. I know you’ve come back. You fool me no more. I know what you smell like. I know what you’re for. I feel depression crawling, clawing back to play. I feel my eyesight change, from vividness to…

  • It’s Hard (Poem)

    It’s Hard (Poem)

    It’s hard to hear all the anger It’s hard to live with the strife It’s hard to learn that conflict and hatred Are the backdrop for living this life It’s hard to talk with each other It’s so hard to listen and hear It’s hard when the very thought of someone Can paint your emotions with…

  • Thirty Minutes

    Thirty Minutes

    Waiting and watching I am watching myself twist and gyre I am waiting for the calm to come A headache cries for a cure My brain is pulsing and throbbing Pop the two orange pills and wait… …wait… In thirty minutes the peace arrives as the blood vessels release Or whatever. Biology’s not my field.…