Here is a poem that I wrote a few years back in which I reflect upon the wonder and mystery of the incarnation. Here I weave together some phrases from the old hymn "What Child Is This?" with my own reflective wonder upon Jesus' birth. “A virgin shall conceive and bear a son”: myth, mystery, …
The Steps I Walk Upon
Here's a reflection I wrote after gathering for worship this past weekend at Eastbrook Church during our series on the Psalms of Ascent. Not a finely fashioned poem, but more like poetic reflections on my life journey and the grace of God oozing through each step. the steps I walk upon woven day by day …
Rest your branches (a poem)
Rest your branches on me, my love, While the wind blows and storm enshrouds. Lean your limbs upon me when lightning flashes And teardrop rain falls down. Let us lean, bend, and sway together Among the pressed-down pathways Round our roots. Leave your mark on me and let us tend our trunks in wide-ringed ways, …
Crucifixion: Three Short Poems
I wrote three short poems as part of our Crossroads devotional for Lent at Eastbrook Church. I include them below. You can access the entire Crossroads devotional here. “With loud shouts they insistently demanded that he be crucified, and their shouts prevailed. So Pilate decided to grant their demand.” (Luke 23:23-24) “Jesus called out with …
Hidden Streams: a fragment
Hidden streams wind their way, unseen by any eye as they work their wonders. Water melts and joins the flow as currents collect the melt in curving arms and carry it away to roaring rivers, heaving lakes and raging oceans. Do they know - do they care - what they create? Yet still they flow.
Matthew Erickson 