Tag Archives: poetry

I find myself tipping up the flaps of boxes

Posted on September 1, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

What am I looking for?

Psalm 151

Posted on August 3, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

Lord, you are kindness in every color and flavor!

The wood of outrageous dumbos

Posted on July 15, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

One elbows one’s way through the

crowd of one’s other selves

hoping that this one who one is

truly is the one who one is

This death a waste

Posted on May 21, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

Not like some

death of Jesus

saving the world.

Or did I

miss something?

A blossom year

Posted on May 7, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

The cold has let them stay forever

Deer

Posted on April 27, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

Deer

Lying down

Against the back fence

Facing the sun

Watching the sunrise

Chewing their cud

Cri de coeur of the writer

Posted on April 21, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

If a pin drops

in the forest

and there’s no one there to hear it,

do I even exist at all?

Zen it just

Posted on April 11, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

Trails off and then

I’d so rather write reassurance

Posted on March 31, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

But where God’s the well

deep enough

to let my soul run its course

and net me plummeting

still

That pain in me

Posted on March 26, 2021 by Timothy P. Schilling

That pain in me

is like a leaky balloon spinning round

with God in it –

God in a balloon in a life in God!