Tag Archives: God

A Cup


LORD, You make me

and You break me

i’m fragile glass

and i’m not in tact

there are sharp cracks

that could be used

to cut and attack

please, put me back together

don’t use crazy glue

use that thing that they do in Japan

use Your ancient ways

to fill each place

with Light and Grace

like resin in gold

a beauty that holds and

makes me a useful cup again

a mosaic of what has been

and once Your Art is done

don’t fill me up

but shelf me long enough

to feel the emptiness

to sit alone and

feel the unknown

and learn from

the new lines

that make me Yours twice

content just to be held

in The Potter’s hands

and if in time

as You see purpose

in Your design

perhaps pour in

something joyful

something warming

something worth holding

to be gladly sipped

sipped from Heaven

© keely myles 💛

may 31, 2017

2 corinthians 4:7




The City 


If you look left of tge CN Tower, perhaps you’ll see one of the two stars I could spot from my hotel window tonight.

When we make

Our lights

So bright

We can’t see

Your stars

In the night

Then we have

No reference

At all


When we make

Our walls

So tall

We can’t see

Your sun

At all

Then we always

Walk in




You are the light

We need

Your reference

In the night



You are the sun

We need

Your radiance

In sight


I can’t imagine

Myself with

No reference

In the shadows


Break my city lights.

Tear down my city walls


I want

Your direction


I want

To see

Your glory


© Keely Myles

November 12, 2015


After reflection of the night sky here tonight, my heart aches for the thousands of lost people in Toronto. Those who don’t know their Maker. My heart aches for those who don’t have the Light of Jesus all the way across this land. But my heart also aches that I build my own walls and shine my own light instead of living fully alive for Him, and not truly reflecting enough of His glory in my words and in my actions to those around me. How much more should I know Him and follow His guidance? I think there is a correlation between these two dilemmas in my Christian walk.


The Greatest Imagineer


Is amazing
It defies all
Laws of nature
Though science
Puts boundaries
And facts around
What goes on
The mind makes
No such lines
Anything can happen
One can bend
All rules
It is a crazy
Awesome tool
And it sets apart
Humankind from
The animals too
Men are full
Of creative thought
Because they
Were made
In the image
Of God
Therefore He
Should be
The Ruler
Of all imaginings
All minds ought
Bow their dreams to
The Greatest Imagineer
Whose art is supreme
Who else spoke
Life into being
Who else made
All science
All creation
All in the universe
Unbeknownst to man
Nobody can outdo
The Ancient Artist’s hand
All we think
All we do
Can only be
And created
Because He
First thought
Of me and you

© Keely Myles
March 12, 2015

A Messterpiece


I am a bumbling
 Full of blurts
 And spatter
 I am a messy
 Piece of art
 With mistakes
 That do not matter
 I'm a grotesque beauty
 Within a world of
 Swirling lies
 I am a squishy
 Caterpillar cocoon
 Turning into
 A butterfly
 I am but
 A lowly weed
 In a field of
 Wild flowers
 I am content in
 The breeze
 Though I am
 Fading by the hour
 I am teardrops
 In a tissue
 And stifled peals
 Of laughter
 I am a monkey
 On the bars
 The silliest of disasters
 I am like an
 Empty wallet
 With missing
 Pieces of ID
 Still I am a penny
 In a pocket
 Shiny and happy
 I am just a
 Dusty bunny
 In the thrift store
 Down the road
 A secondhand somebody
 Who still is a treasure
 Though not of gold
 I am unkept secret
 A scalawag of worth
 For The Artist paints me
 Smiling with the
 Pigments of the earth
© Keely Myles
 April 20, 2014
Ephesians 2:10
 Isaiah 64:8

Concubine confusion?


I despise
That there are
In the Bible
In messes
With my mind
That these
Holy men
Could be holy
And have them
Maybe in this
Different culture
Difference time
It was normal
But to this
Girl from 2015
It seems obscene
And contradictory
To so treat

I do
Trust You
And see
That only You
Are perfect
All men have
Always been
Missing the means
To be righteous
And still You
Use history
To fulfill
Your plan
For mankind
Though I don’t
Near understand
Aspects allowed
At Your hand
I know Your
Ways and thoughts
Are higher
Than mine
So even if
I don’t get
These things
As I should
I know You
Can turn evil
Into the good
And one day
Please perhaps
I won’t question
Your design

© Keely Myles
March 12, 2015
Isaiah 55:6-9;
Romans 8:28


Truly Repent

 Being truly sorry
 Is a rare thing.
 Most of us
 Don't care about
 Our own sin.
 We spend
 So much time
 Our choices,
 Our lives;
 Hardly a soul
 Considers their
 Own lies.
 There's very few
 Who like admitting
 Their wrongs.
 We most like
 To live life
 To our own
 Selfish song.
 We have forgotten
 What it means
 To truly repent.
 We would rather
 Compare ourselves
 To the faults
 Of other men.
 Saying, "See,
 I'm better
 Than so-and-so..."
 But before a
 Holy God,
 How's that
 Going to go?
 Perhaps, we better
 Get on our knees,
 And face
 Our Maker
 Before death comes,
 And it's coming
 With speed.
 Perhaps, we ought
 To beat our chests
 And cry aloud
 Being broken
 For once,
 Instead of
 Being proud.
 Perhaps, we need
 To get alone,
 And bow
 Our own hearts
 Before His throne.
 It's time we sought
 Our own need
 For grace,
 And concern ourselves
 With our own
 Possible fate.
© Keely Myles
 February 12, 2015
 Romans 2:1-5

No Less Grace


You don’t think
That I’m not aware
Of my own
Delilah ways
That could be near me
Each and every day?
You don’t think
That I don’t need
To remind myself of
What the Good Book says
So I won’t stray today?
You don’t think
That I’m filled
With less wickedness
That I somehow
Need less grace?
Because, sugar,
I’m here to tell you
Without God
I’m a lost cause,
A complete basket case.

© Keely Myles
January 2015