Category: Poems

Christ Is Here For Us

When all the world is like shifting sand,

when we cannot find a foothold,

when our neighbors do not know us,

and our leaders are against us—

There is a refuge to turn in to,

there is a firm foundation,

there is a friend to trust,

Christ is here for us.

Christ is here for us,

He is here all day for you,

He’ll be here tomorrow too,

Every day there ever was, and

every day forevermore—

He’s the one to trust.

The smoke and mirrors have stung my eyes,

and my mind has grown confused.

This world’s lies have discouraged truth,

and have corrupted paradise.

Our trust in man must falter—

when we choose to clear the smoke,

and if we look behind the mirrors,

we see a deep darkness in disguise.

Christ is here for us:

He’s a flaming light, burning bright,

for those who seek to know.

He is the end of fear, anxiety’s flight,

and the death to death’s cruel blow.

He is our purest hope forevermore.

Yes, Christ is here for us.

Are we here for Him?

~FS

O Lord of Sweet & Gentle Mystery

I am immersed in your love, O Lord.

By your fine, beauteous light,

I am illumined and made light,

made buoyant and floating;

You cause my thoughts to drift upon the wind,

like marigold fragrance and dandelion down,

all twirling and dancing and trusting in You.

I am like a quivering branch, O Lord.

Your Joy rising and shaking my limbs,

all tingling and ticklish, I’m in your hands;

I’m in your arms, in your embrace.

I swoon, I faint, and fall upon the soft earth.

There you whisper into my ear—

sweet secrets and gentle mysteries,

for only me to hear.

I am immersed in your love, O Lord.

Truly, I am lost in your embrace.

Amidst a field of flowers as I do feel,

You shower me with light, a love

like the morning dew,

that illuminates my cheeks,

my lips, and my brow.

You are the radiant light,

who warms the cold depths of midnight.

You are the everflowing spring,

who reveals the sweet depths of my being.

You are the Lord of gentle mystery,

the source of all that abides in me,

and all that awakens and enlivens me.

O Lord, immerse me forever in your love.

~FS

First Light

If you’re tired of the battles,

when you’re ready to surrender,

Come, join me for a drink of water—

And let us go to the house of the Lord,

in peace we’ll go together.

Come, let us dance like fools,

stumbling no longer,

hand-in-hand, and free—

the time is ripe for laughter,

please, come and dance with Me.

Beneath the starry night,

upon a moonlit field,

the angels sing their song—

by myriad candles’ warming light,

we’ll see the birthing of the Dawn.

Foregoing all the dismal thoughts,

that tag along and weigh us down,

when only joyfully we’ve brought—

our thankful spirits bowing down,


We’ll leave that life, all fraught with fought,

Christ’s life and light, shall fill us now. 

~FS

Blessed Are The Meek

A meekness that loves is never defeated; it is a softness that yields, but never gives in. And it never can be broken. Do not fear your peace before the maw that devours. If your peace arises from Christ; it is like a strong fountain which never runs dry, and it will water your own soul eternally. And it is a refreshing dew giving hope to others of a pure heart; but it is like hot coals in the breast of those who love lies and deception. 

To those of us who’d take up arms to save our meat. Eat bread instead. Lay down our arms and take up purity. A pure heart knows Truth, and can live by it. And Truth will embrace us with the arms of tranquility.

~FS

The Great Reset

If your mind is filled,

with so much of this,

and a lot of that,

might I suggest:

a great reset.

If your thoughts are dumbed,

by who did this,

or who said that,

might I suggest:

the great reset.

If you are disturbed,

find yourself pissed,

or anxiously fret,

I must suggest:

the greatest reset.

Ten minutes of prayer,

before The Lord,

lay down your despair,

take up The Word.

For who can discern,

from the midst of strife,

the violent burn,

of this fractious life?

But a prayerful mind,

and a prayerful heart,

are a treasured find,

and an excellent start!

~FS

The Narrow Path

Seek the quiet places,

which your soul embraces,

flee the routes of strife,

where passions’ pains are rife,

come now and see,

you’re free to be.

Fear not life’s silent song,

you’re called to sing along,

let courage be your guide,

with patience at your side,

stand firm my dear,

then you shall hear.

The whispered word ‘release’,

take up your robe of peace,

let fall the scales of shame,

the balances of blame,

your soul is bare,

so please be ware.

The hateful lion’s pounce,

your being he’ll denounce,

take shelter in the King,

to Him your life shall bring,

pure penitence,

births innocence.

Two things to Satan stings,

your soul’s true offerings,

head bowed and bended knee,

a heart’s sincerity,

for these Christ bled,

the serpent’s dread.

Take heed and run this race,

your sorrows to efface,

cut loose the mortal lie,

transform the earthly die,

a faithful deed,

you’re surely freed.

In Christ be reconciled.

~FS

The Praying Mouse

Little mouse, little creature,

I saw you suffering in a wide field.

Forlorn and forsaken (you appeared to me),

head low, with back arched against the formidable sky.

The weight of emptiness seeming to bear you down,

your tiny body nearly invisible beneath the world’s expanse.

Little creature, little friend,

I recognized in your pain the throes of death—

your shallow, labored breathing,

your eyes tight against the waning light—

would that I could raise you when you die,

instead, I raised you on my finger.

And finding a safer shelter for your final slumber,

I lowered you again to earth,

and tucked you in, amidst the fallen leaves.

You lifted your head as if in gratitude, or in hope?

Do not hope in me dear one,

I am just like you, powerless and small.

Little comfort could I give, but I gave,

a whispered, gentle prayer for you and me,

while stroking your soft fur to soothe you.

And saying my farewell,

with one final touch upon your brow,

I left you alone there, returning home.

I brought you with me, yet, in my mind,

the icon of your helpless body,

fated to be gobbled up by death.

This image terrorized and numbed me,

disturbed my thoughts, and stirring up despair,

made me frantic to understand and know…

Is innocence meant thus to suffer so alone?

Why can’t life beyond the grave be truly known?

When hope and faith seem so misplaced,

while staring death straight in the face,

what spark is there,

to make them kindle, and to grow?

I made myself as you, little mouse, with head hung low,

I hunched down to the earth, and prayed to God with tears.

It was the Lord who soothed my deathly fears,

and calmed my troubled, despairing mind.

It is the Comforter Who touched me on my brow,

and it is He who filled my aching heart.

Foolishly I had looked, but hadn’t seen,

the Breath of Life which enlivens you, and me.

The Holy Spirit giving comfort from within,

perceived through the eyes of contrition.

Little creatures, you and I, so small and lowly,

yet through our suffering we are raised, and then made holy.

Giver of life, come and abide in us, I pray,

save our souls, as we await Your eternal day.

~FS

The Cost of Peace

I yearned for peace~

my soul cried out for it,

but I refused to do the things

which make for peace.

I’d made a deal~

to get what I could,

without giving up any

of what I had.

I thought I’d won~

adding to my pleasure,

the things of heaven,

though I was wrong.

My soul starved~

upon the stolen words,

from celestial realms,

I’d added to earthly delights.

Might I swindle

heaven and earth,

against the law,

to get a double portion?

There is but hollow gain

without first loss;

and deception of fullness

in my carnal grasping.

There is no marriage

of heaven and hell~

we turn from one

to choose the other.

My soul desires peace~

so I surrender my desires,

and give myself to heaven;

swindling myself no longer.

~FS