The tree has turned crimson in this season of brilliance that leads to the season of loss when all that remains is skeletal. Even now her high branches undress, letting go of her headdress, leaf by leaf. But certain ones cling, resisting the chilly wind trying to rip them off. They decorate the twigs pointingContinue reading “Seasons Change!”
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White-hot Jangling
Nerves jangle today, endings rubbed raw by the gritty friction of stress jostling stress. I’m paying the price in white-hot sensitivity, emotions on the edge ready to fall if pushed too far. The abyss stretches before me. I step back and take stock. I’m crushed, Lord Jesus! How not to despair? I crawl before you,Continue reading “White-hot Jangling”
Welcoming Morning
Black, brown and gray squirrels run through the wet grass welcoming morning, breathing in new day adventures while searching for snippets that satisfy. Burning bushes burst into flames while tall trees gradually yellow and let go of their delicate leaves. I crunch them as I walk the road, savoring the mellow gold. I soak inContinue reading “Welcoming Morning”
Unveiled
My veil is off. I stand before you as I am, Yahweh, nowhere to hide, and nothing between us except your brilliant light. Mesmerizing, absolutely pure, clarifying (in its every sense), your radiance hugs me, encircles me and sticks to me softly glowing to radiate the truth: who you are and who I am becomingContinue reading “Unveiled”
I Am That Ewe
I am that sensitive ewe that cries out what she sees lurking by the precipice, then cowers in the shade, hiding out, because rams turn to push her aside and other ewes grimace with disdain and shock. Did I not see that danger? Am I really that near-sighted? I struggle along, at the edge. ButContinue reading “I Am That Ewe”
A Jolt of Joy
Now, heart focused on the Godhead, love makes the air too dense to breathe. His presence bathes the world in light. My eyes must squint against the glare: his holy essence, who he is. Joy jolts me unexpectedly. Reality is so rock-heavy only my lightness of being keeps me from going under. If, astonished atContinue reading “A Jolt of Joy”
Psalm on Divine Paradox
rock solid you are no end or beginning sea caverns beneath sky spaces above all of these speak you to me your love is movement like shimmering aspens wind wafting grass splashing white water freely crashing healing sealing each rupture with fire and kindness in the stillness glory shouts you are here present everywhere aroundContinue reading “Psalm on Divine Paradox”
My Tent of Meeting
This is my “tent of meeting” where you, Lord, meet with me, no pillar of cloud necessary because you live in me. This tent is a protected space where I pour out my heart and listen as you respond. It’s portable, moving with us no matter where we go. Sometimes the tent is high upContinue reading “My Tent of Meeting”
Peace Inside the Noise
Peace seems so elusive in this fractious neighborhood where you have placed me— that is, when I contemplate the dirt and hurts and screams of metal and motors and crowds. But when I turn my heart east to the Rising Son and fix my inner eyes on light and rainbows, my inner ears on theContinue reading “Peace Inside the Noise”
New Housekeeping
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”
