The Wind and the Shadows

Followers of The Voice of One know that I periodically post poems I’ve written. This past summer, the Lord put it on my heart to organize all my poems from the past 25 years or so. This meant pulling poems from notebooks, my laptop, my tablet, and putting them all in one place. I also…

Trite and True

They’ll know we are Christians by our glad-hands and bling, by our pearly-gate smiles and sermons on tithing; by the size of our church and the rules that we keep (though a suit is a suit, and a goat’s not a sheep). They’ll know we are Christians by the power we bear, by the HOLY…

We Just Don’t Know What’s Saving Us

The following is a spoken word poem by my friend Matt Lundquist. Matt is a campus minister and blogs at https://radxians.wixsite.com/mattsblog *** We just don’t know what’s saving us! Stuff’s going down, no stopping it. People all around fearing for their lives. Got to be real, ain’t no denyin’, pain and suffering and the reason for cryin’.  Life‘s not what I…

Sin

It is like the sweatsqueezing out of every gland. I amthe porous membranethrough which it seeps,discoloring what I touch,filling the very airwith my stench. The harder I try,the more I produce: my best effortsa deluge of brine,a baptism in the dead seawhich poolson my skin.

Crying in the Wilderness

The following is a poem and meditation on John the Baptist. John is a window to a season each of us will experience if we are knowing Christ in His death. It is the place where we know, of a surety, that we will die—perhaps physically, but also psychologically. In the shadow of death, all…

Lovers of Wisdom

Now that we had it mounted and filleted—each limb splayed, pierced through, and neatly stuckto a pan—we were ready to gut it and discuss. So there it was.But we had to prove it. (Everything had to be proved).And so,ontological arguments were brought forward,arguments by design and by excellence,arguments by first cause and by teleology.One guy…

Easter Wings—George Herbert

George Herbert (1593 – 1633) was a Welsh poet and Anglican priest. He is one of the “metaphysical poets,” whose ranks include John Donne. The metaphysical poets are so named because their poems often took up spiritual themes and meditations. Several of Herberts poems are favorites of mine. Below is his poem, “Easter Wings.” The…

Too Strong for Me

He reached down from heaven and took hold of me; He pulled me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemy and from those who hated me, for they were too strong for me” (Psalm 18:16-17). I have been meditating on Psalm 18, especially the verses above.  There are a couple levels…

Riu Riu Chiu

Riu Riu Chiu is a 16th century Spanish Christmas carol I have enjoyed over the years. Its syncopated, dance-feel gets hands and feet tapping! Recently, I was reading the lyrics, and was struck afresh by their power. Protestant readers will have to overlook the Marian theology in the first two verses, but I think any…