Writing what must be remembered. Revealing what’s been hidden.
Reflections in Rhythm
There are truths too deep for doctrine, too tender for prose. Here, they come forth in rhythm in poems written not just with ink, but with surrender.
These are not decorations or distractions. These are moments, fragments of encounters, cries of the heart, and whispers from the Spirit.
Some were written in silence, while others were written through fire. All are offered with the prayer. They meet you where you are. They lead you closer to where He is.
A lone, humble traveler moves quietly through desolate terrain, leaving behind dissolving shadows as they walk toward a distant, heavenly glow.
What if perfection wasn’t about performance, but about being fully honest especially with the pain we carry? This poem reflects on how affliction can become a blessing, how peace is hidden in loss, and how true righteousness refuses to retaliate. The heart that walks with God speaks only of heaven.
A tender and honest poem of spiritual gratitude. Through pain, delay, and divine correction, the heart learns what love truly is. This is a thank you to the Father not for what was easy, but for what shaped the soul to recognize Him.
A celestial figure stands between worlds veiled in mystery, clothed in light while golden winds lift dreamers toward the stars beneath a crown of constellations.
She is hidden. She is veiled. Known only by the one who is worthy. This poetic revelation invites us to meet the mystery called Wisdom the Spirit who awakens dreamers and divides the faithful from the faint. Who will follow her flight?
A solitary figure rises into a moonlit sky as gentle rain falls and divine light breaks through the darkness. In the distance, the golden city glows a symbol of eternal peace and majesty.
In the stillness of the last hour, He comes. One is taken. Peace rains down. A poetic vision of the moment heaven meets earth where hearts sing, streets shine, and the King reigns for a thousand years.
A majestic figure receives waves of golden light atop a mountain as chains fall away and celestial forces descend. The dragon retreats, and the New Jerusalem approaches.
A prophetic poem echoing the Spirit of God’s return, this piece speaks of justice through forgiveness, truth in love, and the reigning power of Yeshua. It proclaims freedom from fear and deception as the King of Kings prepares His reign with ten thousands of His holy ones.
Through shattered pieces and quiet pain, a voice calls our name. This poem is a sacred song for the broken hearted those being remade by the Composer of all things. In the silence, in the fragments, God writes a symphony.
A love letter from the ashes. I gave Him my broken spirit… and He gave me Himself. 🔥💔 “My Broken Spirit for You” a poem of surrender, fire, and becoming.
A quiet cry of surrender. This short poetic prayer lays bare a soul longing to be made new consumed by holy fire, purified in love, and formed in the image of Christ. “My Broken Spirit for You” is a whispered offering, a letter sealed in devotion.
A soft call into surrender, “2012” is a poem wrapped in prophecy and dreamlike ascent. Written like a whisper before awakening, it speaks to the shedding of memory, the beauty of heaven, and the soul’s transformation beyond this world. The gates are made of pearl. The streets are gold. And all you’ve ever known… will fall away in love.
A piercing poetic cry against the illusion of time, declaring the eternal triumph of Jesus Christ. Every line contrasts the false comfort of the ticking clock with the living truth of the Savior who makes all things new. Time has already lost. Eternity is on its way.
Outside of time, where nothing fades but what’s beneath this poem is a whispered glimpse beyond the veil. “Angels” invites the reader into a moment between eternity and now, where Light, harvest, and mystery meet.
A quiet surrender wrapped in reverence this short poem offers a simple yet profound declaration: “Here I am. I will obey.” Every line breathes a heart yielded to the Spirit, ready to go, ready to be shaped. A whisper of faith, a call to follow, a sacred offering.
