. . . and then

every now and again

Life reminds me

that I have been worshiping

that elusive god

named Control

(a false idol, in fact,

yet I repeatedly make my altar to it)

so Life holds up a mirror

to my foolishness

and God tumbles me in a wave

to disorient

and reorient

my gods, my priorities.

So thank you, God,

for this shake-up

(and perhaps tomorrow

I will mean that

with more sincerity

than sarcasm).

Diversion Through The Zoo

This week has been like a trip to the zoo
with a four-year-old leading the way:

. . . Monkeys!

. . . . . . Elephant!

. . . Pandas!


Hippos! . . .


. . . Flamingos!
. . . OTTERS! . . .

. . . Hey look, monkeys!!!”

. . . . . . Email!


ICE!!! . . . . . .

. . . Focus!

. . . Hey look, snow!

Reschedule! . . .

Focus! . . .


. . . . . . Read!
. . . SNOW!”

…and I stagger into the week’s end

unsure of whether to pray for forgiveness
for my distracted meandering,
or grace to accept this unexpected tour through the zoo
and even a little humor for having taken the journey.

I Came to Love You Too Late

I came to love you too late, Oh Beauty,
so ancient and so new. Yes,
I came to love you too late. What did I know?
You were inside me, and I was
out of my body and mind looking
for you.
I drove like an ugly madman against
the beautiful things and beings
you made.
You were inside me, but I was not inside you….
You called to me, you cried to me; you broke the bowl
of my deafness; you uncovered my beams and threw them
at me; you rejected my blindness; you blew a fragrant wind
on me, and
I sucked in my breath and wanted you; I tasted you
and now I want you as I want food and water; you
touched me, and I have been burning even since to
have your peace.

— Saint Augustine

from For Lovers of God Everywhere: Poems of the Christian Mystics by Roger Housden (Hay House, Inc. 2009)