The Best I Can Do for a Monday

Waking up, giving thanks for you. Waking up, letting life be as it is. Waking up, adding my prayers. Waking up, making peace with regret. Waking up, allowing for new grace. Waking up, accepting the work. Waking up, willing to wonder. Waking up, embracing the day....

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror Don’t look at me don’t return my gaze There is too much truth in your reflection I would rather forget But if you are willing: sway without me in a dance of grace Show me the gestures of compassion Then I may sneak a peek at you across the...

God in STL

You are a very particular kind of God: gathering in the freedom of abandoned houses that police come to prowl with guns drawn, cursing in protest through midnight streets while teargas clouds the neighborhood air. You are a very particular kind of God: filling with a...

Depleted

I come to you empty and leave the same. What is the sacred nature of Desolation? What is the particular hell of cliches that fill it? You have exhausted me by your silence, and your Spirit’s sighs are little consolation — only a lonely breeze across the...

Psalm 31:15a

This breath. This conversation. This rushed to-do list. These seconds dashing, dragging. This long waiting season. This focus. This distraction. That one too. This exhaustion. This very word. And this — you. This fleeting night with its fitful rest. This hour....

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