Jeromy Johnson | May 13, 2011
ShareEverywhere Bodies curl tightly, clutching knees. Falling tears, pooling. Alone Everywhere Wounds bleed secretly, hidden from eyes. Stinging words, haunting. Alone Everywhere Hopes shatter slowly, dreams fade. Damning lies, cursing. Alone Somewhere A voice whispers quietly, spoken to all. Loving words, healing. Embraced :: I wrote this poem as a reflection on the notes, comments, [...]
Jeromy Johnson | April 19, 2011
Share I am a golden vessel A temple within which Love resides Complete Whole Strings attached to soul Pull me this way and that Jerk me away from living loved Distract from sharing love Obligations Expectations External forces Given power by fear Expectations and obligations Not met Formula not followed Shame projected I smile at [...]
Jeromy Johnson | April 15, 2008
Share You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour. Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things that need to be considered: Where are you living? What are you doing? What are your relationships? Are you in right relation? Where is your [...]
Jeromy Johnson | March 20, 2008
Share My spiritual director (the one on the left ) shared with me this poem today and its words sank deep. I think for me as I find myself in this liminal period of betweenness, its words help me to trust Jesus and not to judge my circumstances as ‘evil’ or unwelcome. I hope that [...]
Jeromy Johnson | February 21, 2008
Share Here is a poem I wrote: Blood drips on the ground silently. Onlookers cringe at the view. Coins spill in the ground wastefully as Christians market something new. Believers look on, appraising without a plea; covering our Savior in solid gold. What a sell —Resounds the shout of hell— What a sell!
Jeromy Johnson | February 2, 2008
Share Gone are the days of people wanting to put on their “Sunday’s best”, wearing plastic smiles, pretending everything is perfect and all is well. People are looking for communities where they feel safe to be themselves and pull off the plastic veneer of their false-self. Where in the midst of revealing their unhappiness and [...]
Jeromy Johnson | December 6, 2007
ShareNote: The traffic light in this poem is referring to a pedestrian light. TRAFFIC LIGHT The traffic light simply would not turn green So the people stopped to wait As the traffic rolled and the wind blew cold And the hour grew dark and late. Zoom-varoom, trucks, trailers, Bikes and limousines, Clatterin’ by-me oh my! [...]
Jeromy Johnson | December 6, 2007
ShareWhat does this poem mean to you? ALICE She drank from a bottle called DRINK ME And up she grew so tall, She ate from a plate called TASTE ME And down she shrank so small And so she changed, while other folks Never tried nothin’ at all
Jeromy Johnson | November 26, 2007
ShareI broke out my old Shel Silverstein book that I read when I was a kid, Where the Sidewalk Ends. My son and I sat down together, blew off the dust and cracked open its cover. I had forgotten all about the humor and wisdom that lay within. So periodically, I will open up its [...]
