Oct 9, 2015 | nature, poem, psalm
I want to say something profound about change in life, in seasons something that keeps us chasing God as the maples peak and the sun sets a bit of poetry on lights and tunnels, tears and oceans on the mystery of God revealed while life heaps it on; but really to chase...
Sep 25, 2015 | discipleship, poem
to sit still to do one thing and one thing only to begin and to end a breath without distraction outside my window a man stands on a ladder to paint the ceiling of a parking garage with a brush — a brush for six levels of concrete to do one thing to begin and to...
Jul 8, 2015 | mental health, poem
I am thirsty, overdue to drink in the illusion of time that tastes deceptively like joy in a clear tall glass ice cold, not meant to last in life’s heat but surprisingly, mercilessly able to linger enough to multiply thirst to increase longing and I would drink...
Jun 26, 2015 | confession, poem
“I am not God.” It seems to hint of hubris but in fact this is my hardest, humblest confession: I am not God. Ask me outright if I really want to be and I will deride the idea: “Who in their right mind would want to be God?! Even God doesn’t...
Jun 15, 2015 | poem, women
How to say thank you for this moment: my girl, studiously rapt and proud to see women contending on World Cup turf. And never mind scandals — she is dreaming. My girl: studiously rapt and proud to see this image of unapologetic female strength (never mind...
May 6, 2015 | Bible, poem, scripture, stories
Do not look in her eyes where dreams have died. Instead by her hips be gladly distracted; watch her hands — busy tending life. Where dreams have died, instead she has planted dogged resolve. Watch her hands — busy tending life in love’s...
