Lighthouse

Hello everyone,
 
On to post #2! This is a poem I’ve shared before. It is written for those who are feeling overwhelmed and hurting and in need of hope. May you know God is out there in the storms with you, always.
 
God bless!
–Morgan

“Lighthouse”

The one thing I don’t have
         right now
   is an answer.
The one thing I want more than anything,
         though,
    is relief.

I have tried to stay strong, to stay bright,
            but I’m the lighthouse
                                             far out in the water,
       bashed and battered 
  by cold storm winds,
         left lonely in the waves
                with no one to turn the lanterns 
        back on.
As my bold paint peels away
        I’m nothing but a white-flecked pole
                    lost in a hurricane. 

If you can see me flickering here,
         pray.
             Pray I’m brighter tomorrow,
                  pray my colors return,
                        pray I don’t fall headlong into
        the stormy dark bay.
And while you pray, I’ll fight
           I’ll stand,
                     I’ll try 
because there’s this Man who walks across
                  the waters to me, climbs
                          the rickety stairs
        in my heart, and promises that
He’s here to be my Light when I grow dark.
        He gives me hope I don’t have,
                strength I can’t find on my own.

Over the storm I see closing in around me
        wings of prayer, white like seagulls, brave like eagles
                                diving into the wind.
          I’m still surrounded by storms on my battered rocks,
                      oh yes,
           but always encircled with arms and wings and warm embraces,
                and lit from deep within with Light
                                                    brighter than mine.

See me out here?
          I shine in the storm,
      bright as new.

 
 

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Welcome!

Hello everyone, and welcome!

This blog is a collection of my Christian poetry, both old and new.  In the past, I’ve sent my poems to friends and family, but now I’d like to share these poems of faith to a wider audience as well.  You can read more about the background of this project on my About page.

For the holiday season, I plan on posting mostly Advent poems.  Some will be new, and others will be ones from past years that some of you might recognize.  As I go along, I’ll not only put up new material, but will post many of my previous poems so that you’ll have access to them online.   My posting schedule may be a little irregular in the beginning, but I hope to soon settle into posting a poem every two to three weeks.

Thanks to all the friends and family who supported me and got me this far.  I couldn’t have done it without you.  And most importantly, thanks to God for encouraging me to take this next step in sharing these poems with more people.

My first poem for you all is called “While I’m Waiting.”  It’s about how we need to take time to reflect during Advent about the core of Christmas: God’s love and salvation coming into the world for us.

God bless!

–Morgan Prettyman (note: brianabatty is my username)

“While I’m Waiting”

this year, what will I do
while I’m waiting for Christmas?
I ask myself this as I list errands to run,
gifts to buy, food to make, decorations to hang.
In my rush, I start to jot down ‘wait’ on the list
with everything else.

I stop then, staring at the half-written word.
Wait.

I too often fill up that four-letter word
with a hundred tasks and
a million yammering thoughts.
I do not wait well.  I pace, I worry.
Minute by minute by minute
I check my watch.  I keep my hands
busy, busy, busy with things to do.

This year, I am going
to stop.

This year while I wait
I will carve out moments to sit,
to listen past the noise
of shopping malls and holiday music
for the story that gave the world joy again,
peace again, hope again:
a tale still as unassuming
as the stable where it all began.
The King of Grace born to us
to save the wayward, soothe the broken,
love every delightful, wondering heart.
that story is sitting patiently to be found,
in this season of anticipation.

I put aside my list for now.
it can wait.

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While I’m Waiting by Morgan Prettyman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.