Allyson Howell

Category: Writing

  • Micro Poem Monday: Breath

    Catch your breath

    on the wind –

    let heaven fill

    your lungs with hope –

    not fear.

    And form your lips

    to the shape of praise –

    broken and bleeding,

    torn by the air

    but still singing.

  • Micro Poem Monday: Holy Week

    All those who knew You

    Didn’t know You

    Would die and rise

    You who knew

    All their thoughts

    They still forgot

    And I with them

    But You remember

    And You died still

    And You rose still

    For us

  • Micro Poem Monday: Surrender

    Tap the reservoir for a drip

    Only enough to fill my eyes

    Rather,

    Relentless rapids

    I either suffocate or

    Surrender

  • Micro Poem Monday: Chasing Feelings

    Behold your apathy

    Your jealousy

    Your anxiety

    Stare deep and you will find

    A twinkle of truth in their eyes

    Look too long and you will become what you behold

    But chase them into the rabbit hole

    You will find them seated

    At the Throne

    Ready to tell the real story

    Of what you fear most

    The King created them

    To magnify our longing

    So we can turn

    And magnify Him

  • Micro Poem Monday: Anointing

    His body, soon to be broken

    My jar, broken for that day

    When he pours out His blood for me

    So I pour out this fragrance for Him

    Preparing Him for Death

    While He prepares me for Life

    Based on Mark 14:3-9

  • Micro Poem Monday: Eyes

    Brighten my eyes

    Give me a telephoto lens

    to see You

    Otherwise

    My eyes will roll back

    And I will see only in my head

     

    (Psalm 13)

  • Micro-Poem Monday: A Prayer for Kanye

    The belly of the bird isn’t full of seeds

    The rays of the sun haven’t shriveled the roots

    The grip of the sharp thorn hasn’t stopped his breath

    Not yet

    God continue your great deeds

    God bring forth bountiful fruits

    God keep your servant from death

    Jesus be King

    (Matthew 13:3-23)

  • Micro Poem Monday: My Heart

    You sculpted my heart,

    From its atriums to its affections.

    My heart is from you, for you, in you

    And I keep it from you,

    Don’t use it for you,

    Forget it is in you.

    “Take my heart and let it be, consecrated,

    Lord, to thee.”

  • Micro-Poem Monday: Earth’s Voice

    The ocean cries, “fear the Lord!”

    The skies sing, “glory to God!”

    The sun proclaims, “all power is His!”

    And the tree whispers:

    “I change,

    but He doesn’t.”

  • Micro-Poem Monday: Time

    I watch the second hand

    wave at the numbers

    as he chases the sun.

    I trust him more than I should.