Category Archives: Poetry
The Beginning After the End
So wait, the tomb is empty? What does this mean? What does it mean for me? Somehow, You did not lose. You defeated death, so It’s not the end after all? And even when the news tells us That evil … Continue reading
The End
When you said, “It is finished,” What did you mean? Were you referring to Our hope? You were supposed to Be the one who wiped out evil, But it sure looks like Evil won. Our sin? It makes no sense … Continue reading
Drinking to Remember
I crawl to your table. “Bread of Life” means something Different now, something new, Disturbing. Why? Why would you do this For me Before I knew you or After you knew me? I haven’t done as much For you as … Continue reading
Don’t You Care?
“I’ve got real problems, Jesus,” I mutter—perfunctory prayer— Little more than a complaint, really. “Don’t You get it? Don’t You Care?” He sighs, not impatient, more like, Don’t you get it? He shows me an angry mob Storming Gethsemane to … Continue reading
Last Supper, First Supper
Faithful disciples, twelve minus one, Ate with their Savior before He was gone. Then bread was broken, His Spirit set free: “Do this whenever you eat it, remembering me. Hear these words now, for soon we will part.” Then Jesus … Continue reading
Walk in the Woods
Green River strolls lazily along, Draws me onward Only forward, No going back. Layers of emerald canopy glisten, Diamonds pressed from a Light and momentary storm. Muddy path meanders, sometimes Near the river, others not, Falling, rising again, Tracing undulating … Continue reading
This Sacred Space
This Sacred Space Mother’s love traverses Time and place and even Heaven’s boundary. Childhood sacred moments flicker, Silver on memory’s screen: Singing away tears— Oh how you loved your teddy bear; Reading me The Princess Bride to Chase away weeks … Continue reading
Trail’s End
Trail’s End Hiking through woods, Golden autumn day. Shadows cool, Sun longing for summer Now past. Trail ends, Not what I expected, not Where I expected. Where did I miss a turn? Me longing for summer Now past. I am … Continue reading
Hosanna! God Save Me from Myself
Palm Sunday And so the journey To the cross begins with A choice: You climb not on a War horse, but an Animal of peace. But really? A donkey? This isn’t What I expected. A god made in my image … Continue reading
Master's Canvas - Writing & Photography by David K. Carpenter 