[I’m sure no real poet would call this a poem, but I suppose that is part of the point…] I’ve done some bad things. Words have Spilled out both with and without intent to harm. It’s true, though I try not to dwell on it. I wish I’d kept my mind and body pure, Sure,Continue reading “Christmas”
Let Us Be Poor Again We are overrun by idols and pride and fear. So let us be poor again. Hollow us out to be filled with your holiness. Oh, let us be poor once more. What We’ve Forgotten “Again He will come,” we tell all who will listen. Our mouths are so sure. YetContinue reading “Two Poems for the Waiting”
Fear is our oar now. Thrown overboard is love. And we are sinking. The cracks spread below The surface of the water. Hate slowly fills us. Sharks surround, waiting To feast. We don’t lift our eyes. “Fight for what you have!” Love asks for too much, I guess—to open our hearts And loosen our grip.Continue reading “Fear Is Our Oar Now”
They will know us by our love, he said. But we are known by who we hate. Go and do likewise, he said. But we have gone and done the opposite. You are the light of the world, he said. But we spread darkness and judgment. Love your neighbor, he said, and your enemies too.Continue reading “A Lament in Haiku”
–A reading of Matthew 7:21 and 25:44 Lord! Lord! You didn’t mean the bread on my shelves, did you? The food pantry does great work. Lord! Lord! You didn’t mean the water from my faucet, did you? The wells in Africa serve hundreds. Lord! Lord! You didn’t mean my room, my bed, did you? TheContinue reading “Lord! Lord!”
New mercies always seemed like supernatural, hard-to-miss displays of souls coming out of darkness and bodies coming into healing. Look at that! How amazing! But then I caught the brave dandelion heads waiting for the noon winds to render them stems to spread their life; And a tiny sparrow pick a buried twig out of overgrown grass to surroundContinue reading “New Mercies”
May the seeds be plentiful. May the sun fall warm on my wings. May the winds be light. May I be generous with the twigs and ribbons I discover in backyards and beneath trees. May I find my way home. And may my song fill the air.
Here I am, Lord. Yours alone. Quiet my mind. Open my heart. Release my hands. I am listening.
Come to me. Here I am. Here is my burdened heart. Here are my weary hands. I will give you rest. Carry me. Breathe my breath. Relieve this weight. Take my yoke upon you. Attach me to you. Make my steps your steps. Learn from me. Open my eyes. Show me how. I am gentleContinue reading “Come to Me”
Before your first breath God planted deep within you a longing to bring forth into the world his goodness and grace, crafted as you were by the hands of the master. Oh, you must know that before the foundation of the earth, you were assigned the eternal task of reflecting the beauty and life that is yours alone in ChristContinue reading “Words for Our Daughters and Sons”