Lent 10 (For the Birds)

Here a raven in all its arrogance

Here a gull in its single-mindedness

Here a scrappy sparrow full of chatter

Each content in life and work (although to be fair,

they know no different)

And would they live differently if they did?

Would the gull wish its voice more like the sparrow’s

or the sparrow long for the raven’s solitary confidence?

Thankful today for the birds

witnessing to a way of being without discontent or doubt.

Surely this life

is meant for them

and not really for us

who seem to always want what is not ours to have.

Would that we might learn how to be!


Lent 8 (Hannah’s Blessing)

May your foundation be the one eternal Rock
and let all other rocks tremble.

May your wisdom study God’s foolishness
and let your mouth know humility.

May you be hungry for God’s satisfaction
and let your treasures fade to dust.

May your steps be guarded by the LORD
and let your paths wander after God.

May your hands extend God’s hospitality
and let your spirit surrender to God’s thunder.

on 1 Samuel 2:1-10

Lent 7 (Counting)

Cry, sister,
cry through the long nights
when the moon alone is a willing friend
who will name the hard truth that
God has left us
to count the stars
to count the days
to count the lives
317 days too many
every hashtag 1 too many
300 billion stars too many
with their blinking silence
with their ethereal beauty
that only magnifies the pain
of our solitude
far away
from God
who has gone out
to count the steps
to count the days
to count the lives
that measure promises
broken and sins
Cry, sister,
cry loud and long
in the hopes that
your lament will echo
across the wilderness
to the shade of a bramble
where God is resting
from measuring
the depths of sin
and brokenness
from traversing
the distance between
loving kindness and
single-minded violence
the length and breadth of which
are finally beyond
even God’s

Lent 6 (Let Time Stand Still)

Let time stand still
like the photo
of a toddler laughing in a fountain
like the moment
of spinning with joyful abandon
like the sigh
of hands holding hands, lingering

Let it pause
not to allow for more rushing
but to bring us
to quietude and to a holy savoring

Let time stand still
like the heron
balanced, patient, content, ready
like the dream
waking slowly so as not to lose its vision
like the Divine
willing to stretch and wait
for life to breathe without hurry, without fear