Our land is free and just, we yell with raised flags and white faces as blood leaks over our complicit hands and we make monsters of boys shot through, reveling in our blind eyes and dark hearts.
You reminded me, standing there cupping your wine glass amidst the hushed conversations about breast cancer, growing children, and refugees in the world, to walk outside in slippers with arms outstretched to the sparkly, dusty snow.
How do you pray in the darkness of a blue morning when the tree limbs whip and reel, rain batters the yellowed leaves, and the world has no room for your thoughts and whispers and cries?
I thought throwing rocks would make me love you again. But there is too much between, and you could not stand if you knew all the ways I have betrayed you and all the ways I have loved you.
Your heart broke open inside of mine the night on the Biltmore veranda when cigar smoke hovered above us, your hand slipped on the wet scotch glass, and you told me about becoming a man the morning your dad died.
(for Mercy June) She tickled this red, fallen leaf in her still-sticky, small fingers and smiled, so surprised to find it in her path. This grace, my love, always pick it up no matter the state of things or from where you’ve come when it finds you. This gift that surprises and delights will healContinue reading “Red, Fallen Leaf”
You are my protector, the guard of my soul. You are ever-present, never-changing, always-willing, never-failing. Extend your mercy, Pour out your grace. Hear my cry. Hear my call. I am yours.
What I really wanted was for us to break open the crusty bread and fill our mouths with wine so we would remember who was holding us together when you lashed out and I ran away.
All the urgency of her life builds in the quiet energy before a storm comes and the dog roams, agitated and aimless. Breathing is hard and small moments start to ache when the clouds break and black rain pours down cold. This girl curled on my chest in the early days, when I was certain,Continue reading “The Urgency of Her Life”
Then Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to them, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee along with him, and he began to be sorrowful and troubled. Then he said to them, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrowContinue reading “May This Cup Be Taken”