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Two Poems by JD DeHart: "Master" and "Sand Castle"

Broken Chains/Pixabay


I am master of the foundless

worry, and so these concerns

try to master me,

a long history of chains formed

hypothetically in my mind.

They are invisible but I still

try to give them tangible strength.

I feel the weight of spiritual

trial, seemingly an oxymoron,

unseen, and yet present,

hoping my muscles have begun

to develop, hoping my legs will

stand up stronger than they used to,

hoping I have grown these last few

decades since my initial baptism,

no longer needing extended incubation,

a seed that God has planted

rising to light in spite of struggle,

not for the purpose of my own fate

but for a gradual relational journey.

Sand Castle

How the Bible gives us

one side, then the other;

it is as if God is saying to us,

Work it out, people, talk about it,

love each other and figure together;

but we are so much better

at divisions, hurrying to boundaries,

children protecting our corners,

our tiny sand castles, huddling

in greedy circles.

Meanwhile, the Father is whispering:

The tide is coming, it does not matter,

this castle will crumble anyway,

stop clinging to sand.

JD DeHart

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His poems have appeared in a variety of journals and websites.

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