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
alone
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
wandering
to count the steps
to count the days
to count the lives
that measure promises
broken and sins
unrepented
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
weary
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
counting

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

Lent 5 (To The Eternal Lover)

Tell me, Eternal Lover,
do you love me for who I am
or for who you are?
I daresay
you love me
because you can’t
help yourself, not because
I am terribly special or adorable.
I don’t think I mind if you
love for the sake
of love
(in that equation
I still get the love I crave)
but I wonder sometimes whether
you see me in your love.
I want to
wave and shout
and say, “Here I am! See —
this bit of breathing, living dust within
your eternal love scheme has a name and
a story and stretch marks and no
broken bones but a
not-as-tough-as-it-looks
heart and you
should know who
you’re loving, God, because
it makes a difference in love, I think,
if you take time for the stories.”