Friday, November 15, 2013


When the world says hang on,
and God says let go...
let go.

When the world says let go,
and God says hang on...
hang on.

patricia spreng

Tuesday, November 12, 2013


please wait for me
to fall fully

reveling in wonder
bursting in that for which
I’ve waited

your chill can wait
until my color comes

and drinks fully
of the fall

patricia spreng

Joining with d'verse poets where you will find the wonderful words of poets.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

This Way

Maybe our path
is already paved with gold
and we don't see it
but for the cold, gray
grindstone before us.

Trudging through the muckity muck,
our headstrong self
doesn’t really know it all
after all.

Lift up your eyes
to higher ground,
grab your boots and
get out of the Way.

patricia spreng

Do not call to mind the former things, or ponder things of the past. For, I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.  Isaiah 43:18-19

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Difficult Psalm

I loathe the times I cannot write
precisely when
I need to,
but it won’t come.

My words escape my pen
crumple my paper
and mock me.

Emotions wrought bring silence,
not one word profound
though passion flares with prayers.

I beg You to stop

cancer riddled blood cells
daughters tempted by rebellion
beautiful breasts attacked by cancer
and mother's suffering to breathe.

To roll up my sleeves
and nail these to simple words
hardly does them justice
let alone, cure.

I swim upstream
and my words
spawn nothing.

But to you, oh Lord
I swim.

patricia spreng

(fix my eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of my faith....  I will let him do the writing.)

Monday, September 16, 2013

prayer on a windy beach

Where does the wind begin or end,

as whispers swell to wonder...

holding feathered wings

and dreams in flight...

dissolving worry into cirrus clouds

unable to threaten...

sheer power caressing each fear,

sifting need from want...

Your presence like fingers

running through my hair.

patricia spreng

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Two Way Street


we prepare them for death
with dignity and love

compassion is the air we breathe
from You

who designed us,
called us, to walk this road...

but when our compassioned ones
are sick of compassion

they sometimes steal keys
and drive on the wrong side of the highway

where other lives are changed forever
without any warning

that compassion is not always
a two way street

patricia spreng