Psalm 80:1

God of mystery,
you who whisper through the shadows,
guide our feet as we walk this night.

God our shepherd,
you who lead with wisdom,
call to us clearly across the hills.

God most brilliant,
you whose throne is assembled by cherubim,
shine through with truth and healing.

God of many ways,
you who make a way when we have none,
herald hope for this wild journey.

God in the heavens,
you with your crown of stars, riding the wind,
come and be flesh among us.

What Job Asked

How long is your joy, O God?
How far is your delight?

Beyond the horizon
to the ends of the day.

How strong is your love, O God?
How quick is your compassion?

More than the lion’s roar
as it rushes to its prey.

How beautiful is your grace, O God?
How sweet is your goodness?

Like a baby’s first laugh
to the widow’s ear.

How wide is your embrace, O God?
How deep is your wisdom?

Greater than stories told by generations
that could fill the ocean’s canyons.

How soon is your grace, O God?
How sure is your faithfulness?

More certain than your next breath
from the blink of an eye to the setting of the sun.

on Job 38:4-6

Waltz

step one
step two
toe touch
one
two
touch

with Your
fingertips
on my spine
one
two
touch

a path
two
touch

a prayer
two
touch

that Your
ways
one
two
Your
paths
two
touch
will be
as familiar
touch
one
as a dance

a rhythm
I can follow
in my sleep

a pattern
imprinted
on my spirit

one
two
touch

teach me
one
two
touch

lead me
one
two
touch

save me with
one
two
touch

and I will never
dance
two
touch
with another

step one
step two
toe touch

on Psalm 25:4-5

in the meantime

in the meantime

hold my hand,
for I cannot see

speak to me,
for I am lost

touch me,
for the abstract
is lifeless

sing to me,
for the fog is
faithless

it was
so long ago
that you spoke

I’ve
forgotten
your voice

but
walk with me

and I might
remember.

“We do not see everything … but we do see Jesus.”
(Hebrews 2:8b-9a)

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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 great and holy wind
the voices of those who can’t breathe,
reaching for your waistband and pockets
lest the authorities bind you and claim you.

You are a very particular kind of God:
casting a side eye at militarized fear
as it threatens to destroy you,
holding steadfast on a highway
for the sake of life and love.

There is truly no God like you
in heaven above or on earth beneath:
for the others pose in stained glass
and genuflect on the lips of liturgy,
they pout from the crucifix heights
and wait politely for the world’s salvation.

You are a very particular kind of God:
blamed as the culprit in your own death,
required to forgive every humiliation,
attacked for your audacity of mind, body & spirit.
In heaven above and on earth beneath,
there is truly no God like you.

on 1 Kings 8:23