Sweeping and dusting will never be enough. Redecorating schemes are all disasters: mock renewals, clever coverups. I need an undivided heart: no padlocked chambers set aside for resident anger, no halls of hard-core selfishness, no darkened corners for illicit pleasures. Instead, give me one room, round and filled with light, walls scrubbed crystal clean, whollyContinue reading “New Housekeeping”
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The Cleansing
I stand in the wind while it whips along, plastering my body with fine dust, the powdered aftermath of life and death and thirsty earth.Deadwood and seedpodshit the roof, my legs. Birds of prey swoop overheadlooking for the innocent,uncovered, to devour.O Wind of God,protect your own.Hover over, cover us.Breath of Life, strengthen us.Heart of Sun,Continue reading “The Cleansing”
Prayer When Wiped Out
I admit it: I’m wiped out. Not enough sleep? Too much stress? Constant distractions? Deadlines? Whatever it is, you remind me: you restore my soul, my life, my being: me, who I am. Your Spirit breathes calm words into my consciousness, pumps gracious serum of truth into my arteries. I breathe. And you fill myContinue reading “Prayer When Wiped Out”
This is What it Means
To acknowledge the wound and all its pain, to turn and hand it over infection and all to the pierced hands reaching out to me, to let go, relinquish, give up all ownership along with every need to even up the score, this is what it means to forgive. And if some fungal spore gotContinue reading “This is What it Means”
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