The Biggest Losers

easterThe tomb is empty

All sin’s burdens roll away

God’s weight loss program


The Nudge of the Refugee



Taught to remain dead from the womb,

she walks among tombs, whitewashed

crypts concealing skeletal remains

of 1,000 generations, closets clammy


and fungal. She bites the apple

of her ancestors which, ever since

Newton wed Granny Smith, dictates

a hard fall. The System says, ‘Stay! Be


at home with Depravity, shake hands

with Despair! Dry bones can but rattle,

dead men can but dance.’ But she feels the

nudge of the Refugee, the rebellion of


soiled skin; when she opens her eyes

to Truth, she finds her mantle is but a

rented chrysalis. When they take the final

tally, her casket will be an empty husk,


with hinges rusted like dry blood, an

apple seed rooted through its temple.

Laughing at Gravity, she will rise

on the wings of the dawn, emancipated.



You Call My Name


You call my name in the garden,

in tones of purest sunshine.

I hear,

and come out of my tomb,

my ears cradled

in the radiance

of this voice

that can wake the



Spotted Deadnettle in bloom

For a devotional on this topic, visit Growing With God in My Garden

Eternal Spring


O temporary tomb,

O momentary mask,

you may have won the battle,

but you won’t have the last laugh.

Icy tentacles over the years

have but strengthened resolve

and built up resistance;

patience will finish its work

as Faith trumps treason.

Hope hangs onto higher hearth,

for true love conquers even death,

and ushers in

eternal spring…