Heavy

Timothy Berezhnoy Poetry 4 Comments

Heavy I heave the cross of Life Upon my failing back The burden — heavy, the frame — it hurts, Yet there’s sweetness in the pain. For would I not forsake My pleasure and my sin; And would I not deny my lusts by nailing them to the tree, There’d be no hope for me, No chance that I would …

What Can Quench or Satisfy?

Timothy Berezhnoy Poetry 2 Comments

What can quench or satisfy This thirst of deepest groan But that Christ be magnified His radiance be known? And should a worldly pleasure Ever craftily entice I’ll seek Him as a treasure Thus run from ev’ry vice.

The Wisdom of Silence

Timothy Poetry 1 Comment

The Wisdom of Silence   It’s in a moment that a word can topple you But in dumbness we learn of profounder languages, whose wordless eloquence is felt like caring hands and living, seeing eyes that drink in the sorrow and the shame, but not to scrutinize or in loftiness defame— they see, and give the heartfelt sympathy and their …

Dreamer

Timothy Poetry Leave a Comment

Dreamer By Timothy Berezhnoy Dreamer, feel the dirt Beneath your feet And do not think the air Will caress your cares away Get up, get up And till the tares away; The world isn’t waiting As you stand there Contemplating. It’s filled with doers, Workers, callused hands, Dreamers putting dreams to play