Micro Poem Monday: Chasing Feelings

Behold your apathy

Your jealousy

Your anxiety

Stare deep and you will find

A twinkle of truth in their eyes

Look too long and you will become what you behold

But chase them into the rabbit hole

You will find them seated

At the Throne

Ready to tell the real story

Of what you fear most

The King created them

To magnify our longing

So we can turn

And magnify Him

Micro Poem Monday: An Introduction And A Poem

Recently, I completed an eight-week writing mentorship with one of my favorite writers. It was a transformative experience and I feel more confident to step forward and be a more consistent writer. My desire is to write more. During the mentorship, we used the language of “exercising your writing muscles.” Like anyone, parts of my writing “body” are stronger than others. But, to stretch the metaphor even more, there are muscles that don’t see as much activity as others. One of those is poetry and creative reflection. I’m going to start with smaller weights, so as often as I’m able, I’ll be posting micro-poems on Mondays, starting today!

With that introduction, here’s my very first Micro-Poem Monday, entitled Malchus. I hope you enjoy it:

I wonder if the servant

whose ear was cut off

had ears to hear

when the hand of Jesus

cupped his face

as He healed him. 

The Woman Suffering

Night is the only time shame is shadowed.
Daylight shines and reveals blood.
I feel like the Nile – a curse upon me for my sin.
The blood will never stop. I’m sure of it.
Twelve years I’ve prayed it would stop.
No priest, no prophet, no doctor – no man can stop my blood.
Blood and shame forever flow.
I’ve shed all this blood and still.
No forgiveness.

There’s a man on his way to town.
I heard he breaks the law and touches the unclean.
He is no doctor, but people say he heals disease.
I think he’s the one. Today, I’ll try to see him.

The town bustles.
I know Jesus of Nazareth is here.
Oh I see him! He walks down the street with Jarius.
They’re moving quickly – it hurts, my pain is growing.
But I must try, I have nothing to lose.

Jesus is in a hurry.
I shouldn’t interrupt.
The crowd is tight.
I can’t see him.
His clothes!

“Who touched my clothes?”

I know he knows.

No blood.
No shame.
“It was me.”




Based on Mark 5:25-34