Some of us see it all at once. Lost, blind, dark, and suddenly there was light. Blinking and overwhelmed with the beauty, looking more intensely bright from the former dungeon. What was evil and hidden, He brought to light. What was sinful and wicked, He transformed and renewed. Some of us can even point to… Continue reading The Boring Path
Turning sideways, no one could see the little hole in the hem of her favorite dress. Sometimes the other kids would make fun of her when they noticed her clothes up close. Not always clean, not always in the best shape, she was painfully aware of which posture to take in each of her three… Continue reading Un Thankful
She skeptically held that tiny fruit. It was glittering and glistening in the fresh morning sun. Not a single blemish, the jewel-toned color made her mouth water. She imagined that first taste by the sweet fragrance of the unknown delicacy that was just inches from her lips. Pausing for only a second, she wanted to… Continue reading He Was With Her
Some of us are tortured that we don’t have the right words. Some of us are terrified that our actions don’t live up to our beliefs. Some of us even second guess what we know is true and real. Some of us are drowning in the midst of the sea of life. Some of us… Continue reading Prison of Prayer
The invisible wall of generation usually keeps me on my side of the courtyard on Sunday mornings. Right after church, however, the central coffee station is a hustled mixture of young and old. And there the coffee flows, not quite quick enough for some of us. Waiting in line, we pass friendly smiles and sweet… Continue reading Patient Discontent
In the middle of the night, that’s when I fear unlove. Whatever light shone during the day, its not guaranteed that it will come back again in the morning. I wonder on my pillow if I did the right thing, said enough words, made my warmth accessible enough to you. I wonder in the darkness… Continue reading Conquering UnLove
Of a new creation. Where one was built and spoken. Delivered after the one that already was. The afterbirth is not born alive. It is what previously sustained life. Before. Not for its own life. But after the birth. What must be born, what must be expelled, what must touch air without life. Without even… Continue reading After Birth
Cut it off Pluck it out Rip and tear Muted word Count the cost of it’s life Its too precious, Oh, my precious Silver and gold and pearls Slobbered inside pigs’ jowls Dripping sticking Toss it Or hold it inside Treasured up Keep and watch and wait Don’t let the breath stay sitting still Too… Continue reading Dot. Dot. Dot.
Mountains of colored paper, wrinkled and ripped, pushed behind the aging tree. Yesterday’s sparkling lights now highlight the dry needles, littering the floor where the presents used to be. Imprints of bows crease the useless frayed ribbons hidden beneath that pile of past promises. That once exciting horizon of a joyful Christmas has quickly darkened… Continue reading When Christmas is Over
Stumbling over obstacles he didn’t know existed. In the dark. Not remembering how that got there. A sharp corner caught his shin, doubling him over. Stepping over unknown things, deceiving depth perception. In the dark. He tried reaching out a hand to stabilize, to balance. To find something familiar to get his bearings. Safety if… Continue reading What a Mighty God Should Do
Cindy Koch 