Thursday, February 19, 2015
Fiery substance falls, light as a feather.
Cooling and disintegrating into tiny particles
Which drop, imperceptibly,
though constant, until it builds up
Enough for us to notice.
Get out the dust-rag!
Wipe away the grime!
Only to find a new sprinkling
Tomorrow and the day after
And the day after.
From dust we all came, to dust we all return,
Ebbing and flowing, imperceptibly, though constant,
Until we notice there is a great cloud of witnesses
Urging us on, helping us see the beauty
Of our unending lives remembered in the mystery.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Fallen, yet raised to life eternal.
Giving us for today – and for all tomorrows –
The hope of Easter.
Friday, December 6, 2013
God shut the preacher’s mouth!
Poor old, Zechariah...
So faithful, so much to tell...
Yet God shut the preacher’s mouth!
Did Zechariah need the silence?
Did he quiet his mind as well?
When God shut the preacher’s mouth...
Did the common folk panic?
Did they manage to find their own way?
God shut the preacher’s mouth...
Wonder of wonders.
In the quiet, I wonder who heard God.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
the Shoulds and Guilts knocked on my door,
long-time neighbors, they.
so prim and proper, dressed to the hilt,
heads held high ... righteous
i welcome them in,
offered them a glass of heady wine,
discussed surpassing the Joneses
oxygen seeped from the room
leaving me feeling so very small,
knowing i could not fulfill
such vain and grand schemes
another knock -- my neighbors, the Mercies
over from next door, with packages.
home-baked bread, sweet jam,
butter and tea to share at our klatch
they, too, i welcomed in,
offered them a place to sit,
invited them to partake, and
all were lifted by comfort-filled discourse
light filled the room, warmth
and delicious fresh air.
the Mercies, giving life to the party,
allowed all to simply Be
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
we gather together
we are thankful
we share a meal
we share our lives
much, much more...
we do this in remembrance
loving spirits beside us
dreams and memories
blending in candlelight
year after year after year
Monday, October 21, 2013
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turning leaves have a way of making me look at life a bit differently
stopped by their beauty, i long to pause and take a deep breath
to sense the maturing of life
and consider the beauty and growth
that comes from the the waning of life
so many life cycles
so many beginnings and endings
if i took a lesson from the autumn leaves,
would i hold on so tightly?
would i fear the coming season?
would i doubt rebirth?
would i sing or would i wail?
if the leaves took a lesson from me,
would they give their gift so freely?
teach me to let go
teach me to be