Lent 32

There’s my Peace: rising with the sun
and kissing my face on the breeze.

There’s my Peace: laughing in conversation
and warming hands with mugs of hot tea.

There’s my Peace: standing in determined solidarity
and raising her fist against the pressures of hell.

There’s my Peace: walking when there’s no strength to run
and blooming before the calendar turns to spring.

There’s my Peace: She has not stopped shining and
showing up, though tears blurred my vision.

There’s my Peace: She  knows the playbook of every lullaby
and every rallying cry to embolden my spirit.

There’s my Peace: and at her side is Joy
and together we are unafraid.

on John 15:27

Lent 23

I am enveloped by your sweetness
as when a fog cloaks my skin and
fills my lungs with its cool silence;

I am a pebble lost in the fog, a chip
of stonework fallen and forgotten,
but for your keen eye and ingenuity;

I am a tile reimagined and reused
for the beauty of the whole, a flash
of indulgence like violet in a hay field;

I am the fleck of a purple star there
within the golden sunrise; and you —
you O God have believed me here!

on Psalm 8:3-4

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

A Canticle

Sing, daughter. Or whisper,
if breath and courage fail.
Hold on to God’s joy
like a life preserver
through disaster & storm.
Hum a lullaby for surrendering
to the Ground that holds the seas,
to the Wild Imagination that
spins distant galaxies.
Tune your harmony while
God writes the melody
of victory by love, of freedom
by the laughter of children,
and most of all of grace
by God’s dissolution of shame
until the whole earth has its tongue loosed
and its breath restored for singing.
Sing, daughter. Sing.

on Zephaniah 3:14-20