Like your disciples on that day between your murder and your return to life I wait, longing to see what you have promised. You said that, if I would just believe even a little tiny bit I could make a mountain move— I would receive from your loving hand what I am begging for. SoContinue reading “Begging, Waiting”
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How Long?
Father, our hopes are drying up just like the earth,turned to dust; just like the leaves,shriveled to paper. No sign of change; no rain. How long must your people wither, shiver in thirsty air that claims all moisture as its own? Tears are gone with the wind. Our hearts ache and find no solace. HowContinue reading “How Long?”
Waiting for Breakthrough
We are like Joshua, like his crowd of followers, circling, circling the walled city in silence, hoping, crying out from our souls only to You, Master of the Universe, to break through those daunting walls. People shout from inside, defaming you. They do not know you. They do not feel your loving arms around them.Continue reading “Waiting for Breakthrough”
The Solitude of Two
The solitude of two: Not me alone, though I am closeted, the door pulled to, and only I sit in my lair. It’s me and you, and you are everywhere. My heart’s a waiting place anticipating your venue. The world is narrowed to a cell, to give you space to do your work in me.Continue reading “The Solitude of Two”
Practicing Silence
He says, “Be silent,”
and I long for quiet
to listen for his voice,
to know that he is God.
In the House of Love
He makes his home in me. And I, I live inside this house of love, his banner flapping bright above, his pleasure my desire. I bring him blooms to grace the place he sets for me (no matter that, outdoors, corruption slimes the world and evil lurks in gray). I will not fear. For heContinue reading “In the House of Love”
Powering Up
Exhaustion depresses like bricks on foam squeezing out air, leaving you heavy, squished, flat-out dense. Sleep and love, contemplation, are nectar, nutrients (just eat what fits). Breathe in, exhale. Find a place deep inside a favorite space: grab a book; take a look at what brings you joy. In time you’ll stretch, get back upContinue reading “Powering Up”
All I Have is Yours
This month you told me, “Hold on lightly to possessions; all you have is mine.” Then you brought me chances to let go: my sweater to the shivering boy, my shirt to the cadavre (swollen past the size of her own clothes), my mat to the child who had no bed, my socks to helpContinue reading “All I Have is Yours”
Pen in Hand
pen in hand the words press out anxious for paper a place to live the silence sizzles sentient and longing standing on tiptoe to read the news what I am hearing what has been forming in hidden spaces how I’ve been growing invisible the thoughts take on colors and edges given a page Yes, myContinue reading “Pen in Hand”
Linnea's Lines 