The Napkin

BySkip Moen, Ph.D.

You threw me away A napkin used to clean the corners of your mouth   I thought the touch of your lips against my parched hunger Would bring me life   But you only wanted to clean your lips And toss me into the garbage So that you could forget   Your teeth are crooked…

Mirrors

BySkip Moen, Ph.D.

This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him and saved him out of all his troubles.  Psalm 34:6  NASB That Blessed Curse   When did I discover I was falsely made? The day I first noticed no one knew That underneath my skin I grew Some other way   When did I uncover my…