Swaddling

Be not afraid, o my soul, to hold Love close to your breast, to wonder at its fingers and toes and eyes, to marvel at Love’s sweet breath. Swaddle Love gently, tightly, as though it is the labor of your womb, the offspring of your heart, the flesh of your flesh,...

Figs

Still trying to grow, O Jesus, Gardener of Life. Still trying to heal, O Jesus, Redeemer of Dust. Still trying to serve, O Jesus, Host of the Banquet. Don’t dig up this fig tree yet. Don’t abandon me to my bleeding. Don’t kick me out for lack of a...

Loving You (Maundy Thursday)

We could make it work, you know. This drive of yours to persist all the way to death wouldn’t have to have the final word. Remember how often you talked about love? Remember how hard you laughed — with friends, with lepers, with children? Couldn’t...

Dear White Jesus

I cannot sit at your clean white feet waiting for the blue skies of eternity while there is white-induced hell on earth. I cannot pray to your sweet white face or repeat your white savior fairytales that twist hope with capitalism and manifest destiny. I cannot preach...

Denial

To die for life — what a laugh! To accept the kiss of betrayal — such foolishness! To save by suffering — only delusion! I cannot stand such shame — there is no glory in this, No glory in human death — since Cain, you have known this...

Seeking Jesus

I am Zacchaeus, clamoring and climbing for a better view of you. I am Simon Peter, wading through the water to be close to you. I am Susanna, traveling alongside you to make a way for good news. I am Mary, sitting still with you to soak in your words. I am a woman at...

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