Rachel Whisman

Category: Poems

  • Handle

    Handle

    Too much to handleHands seem unfit for the task“Humble me,” I pleadAs plates shatter and clatter Withered on the groundThoughts wrinkled in time“Help me,” I beckonHis word enfolds the void Handle, He provedNail-scared, on the cross for me and youSilent he sufferedRedemption ringing through Withered in powerThe curse left in…

  • In a Cage

    In a Cage

    Crashing. Clanging. Charging.Out, I want out.Change.My soul’s desire.Stuck in the cyclical cycle of the mundane.Knocking…no answer.Trying… results, none that my sight can see.Pleading…only hollow echoes.Dissatisfaction and discontentment lurking around the corner.Oh God, change my circumstances.Quiet, near silence.Ripples of tears steadily stream down. To His word I lean as my reprieve.Consolation…