Rage

my heart is a burning wildfire of pain and conflict
a loud blare of frustration and alarm
a raging army of trumpets
marching against
their own breath, protesting
the vain efforts of their own harmony
building, calling, mocking, pounding, replaying
the horror of reckless heat and smoke
until at last they fizzle and fade
to a quiet ash heap
which is where you find my heart,
tracing your finger through its fragile powder
with a blessing, a scattering, a releasing to restorative peace

Issues

For twelve years
plus three, O LORD,
my heart has been bleeding
and for the same season
I did not believe
it could heal.

For twelve years
plus three, O LORD,
my heart has been breaking
and for the same season
no one would touch it
lest they break too.

For twelve years
plus three, O LORD,
my heart has been suffering
and for the same reason
you spoke to it:
“Have faith.”

Too many years,
bleeding and broken.
I have issues, O LORD.
Mend my rent heart
by your grace
to peace.

on Mark 5:24-35 and Joel 2:13, with a nod to Julia Michaels’ Issues

Ash Wednesday (Lent 1)

Roar, life.
Burn, sun.
Scold, winter.

Let these ashes be at peace.

Rage, winds.
Spin, time.
Haunt, death.

These ashes of mine are unbowed.

But let the LORD thunder; let
the Eternal One even whisper
or simply draw near in silence

And my ashes tremble in awe;
they faint and fall apart in humility.
Here is your God, o ashes. There is no other.

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Ash Wednesday (Lent 1)

begin

at the beginning

because it is the only option

at the beginning

when there was Chaos

at the beginning

when there was Imagination

at the beginning

with all the dust

swirling … commingling … colliding
… clumping … separating …
every fleck the possibility
of a star or
a baobab or a raindrop
or a trout
or
an image of God

at the beginning

just the dust of possibility

so at this beginning

with hope, we begin