Honest Imaging



God’s sacred book

mirror of truthfulness

exposing my soul through the



exposing my soul through the

mirror of truthfulness

God’s sacred book



This poem is an example of a mirror cinquain(a type of decastitch, which is a 10 line poem).

I learned about this type of poem through the following blog.

10-line Poem Challenge #21: Mirror Cinquain


James 1:22-25(ESV)  But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves. 

  For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror. 

  For he looks at himself and goes away and at once forgets what he was like. 

  But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres, being no hearer who forgets but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing. 





Mathematical God

math struggle

On my drive to school this morning, I started thinking about  math. Two of my students struggle with math, and I remember it became a real struggle for me in my sophomore year of high school when I was taking Algebra 2. I have found that when I have a task that I don’t particularly enjoy doing(math, housework,etc.)it becomes a little more bearable if I can put God in the middle of it, try to make it fun or do both.

So this line of thinking gave birth to a poem just for fun about God and math. If you are among the percentage of those that are not fond of arithmetic, but you love God and want to go to heaven, this might be for you. 🙂


God will add His blessing

when those things we take away

which would cause our feet to stumble

and our hearts to go astray.


He multiplies our joys

as our testimony we share.

He always divides our sorrows

when others, our burdens help bear.


I’m not sure why I’m writing these words.

Just why have I gone down this path?

English is the subject I love.

I’m not all that fond of math.


I know when to Heaven I go,

if by Rapture or my time to die,

many wondrous things I shall behold,

but there will not be Pi in the sky!


Importunate Intercession

Sheer persistence, shameless audacity

bold importunity, unrelenting tenacity

on part of the suppliant in prayer

gets God’s attention and draws Him near.


We must have a firm faith

that for answer won’t take no;

a determined stick to itness

that won’t let God go.


Such a one that prays

meeting this condition

obtains their miracle

sees souls saved from perdition.


Great God eternal,

this is my plea,

that you would put such steadfast

doggedness in me.


Don’t let me faint in prayer.

Help me to prevail.

The furtherance of your kingdom

may my petitions surely avail.




Darkness Vanquished

You ruled my past.

    Like a merciless monster you

                   came to me in many forms.

                            Depression, ignorance, false doctrine,

                                       thoughts of suicide, foreboding clouds, betrayal,

                             self-loathing and feelings of doom, just

                      to name a few.  You sought to encompass my heart

        in a cocoon of hopelessness in a manner so sinister,

conniving, oppressive and strangling. So near you were

               to me that your icy cold breath felt like heavy

                         chains around my neck.

Helpless was I to penetrate your tangible shadows

until one day I found

The Light that could!

             That Light now lives in me, glows through me

                  reigns in me. I still fight you, my enemy, but

                       it is no longer in my strength alone, and I want you

                                to know that even in my toughest days,

                                      although it may feel like my flame is dim,

                                              darkness can never extinguish

                                                    even the tiniest light!




The Gift

When I was a young child, you were an old gray headed man that shuffled along slowly, aided by a cane. You never could move fast enough for me, and although I tried to hurry you, you would not be rushed. I looked forward to things like going to kindergarten, summer vacations and the holidays that never seemed like they would come soon enough. As I got older, I looked forward to graduating 8th grade, graduating high school, graduating college and finally getting married, but I was always waiting on you, for you were ever with me. Things just had to be done at your pace.

An amazing transformation happened to you after I got married. Suddenly you were much younger, and it seemed you and I were moving together at an almost equal speed. Now we were getting somewhere! We seemed to be in sync until I had my first child, at which point another alteration took place in you. You became even younger and seemed to have the energy of a teenager, while at the same time, I noticed that I was getting older.  I was enjoying being a mother.  There were days I just wanted to marinate in the experience, but you with your boundless energy kept pushing me forward. Before I even realized what was happening, my children were graduating from high school and growing up. Oh, you rambunctious youth! You just wouldn’t stop and rest even for a minute.

Then one day, I had an epiphany concerning you. In all honesty, you had been the same all along and had never changed. The only thing that had changed was my perception of who you are. You have been God’s faithful servant throughout the ages, and I am learning to cherish you more each day.  I will do my best not to try and hurry you or slow you down or squander you, but with God’s help, I will let you run your course. You are precious to me, Time!


A Not So Silent Night


Silent Night, the songwriter wrote,
but that’s not what I think.
I believe those barnyard animals
in more ways than one, raised a stink.

Though they may not be as advanced as man,
and some say that they are dumb,
I can’t help but surmise that those creatures knew
to their stable, the Creator had come.

To that Babe lying in a manger
what homage could they pay?
The cows could moo, the horses whinny,
and the donkeys could loudly bray.

It’s so irreverent of you, some do say
to sing so loudly and shout,
but I can’t help but lift my voice in praise
since from sin I have been brought out.

You might think it’s just grand to sit in the pew
with your silent pomp and your poise
but pardon me while I rear back my head
and let out a joyful noise.

You say you are not the emotional kind,
but at football games you scream and yell.
I can’t help but let out a mighy roar
for my soul has been saved from hell.

I can’t stop you from quiet meditation
if that is in what you delight,
but I guarantee when you come to my church
it won’t be a silent night.


A Spoonful Of Snow


She longed to give a gift
although she was so poor,
to her second grade teacher
that she truly did adore.

Her teacher liked fine hot teas, she knew,
with store bought raw, clover honey,
but to buy a fine gift as that
she just didn’t have the money.

How warm and cozy the teacher would be
in a colorful, flannel robe,
but she settled on a present homemade
a sparkling Christmas globe.

To assemble all the ingredients
she knew she wouldn’t have to go far.
The foundation of her creation would be
her infant sister’s washed baby food jar.

She snuck into her tiny back yard
hoping nobody would see
as she took grandma’s sewing scissors
and got a snip from the evergreen tree.

Next she crept up to the attic
behind the ancient washing machine
and broke off a tiny gold star
from a long forgotten manger scene.

So with all her contents assembled
she set about fulfilling her task
and determined with all her might
for adult help she would not ask.

In her young seven year old mind
she was a master with a bottle of glue.
It seemed she was guided by providence
and knew exactly what to do.

But at last she had a perplexity.
Where would she get the finishing touch?
A spoonful of snow would make the gift grand,
but where could she obtain such?

She couldn’t think just what to do,
but alas, she was no quitter.
She thought and prayed. A solution came to mind.
Why not use some golden glitter?

After filling the jar with water,
she sprinkled in her makeshift snow.
The pleasure in her industry displayed
in her bright smile, it did show.

Laying in bed with anticipation that night
sleep just would not come to her eyes.
School time just could not come soon enough.
She thought the sun would never rise!