in an Advent mood

someday
there will be hope
and so this day
i will spin its fairy tale
without snark or cynicism
with only imagination
and trust
in what God can do

someday
there will be peace
and so this day
i will welcome a stranger
i will let my heart break
to read the news
i will believe
that God is mending

someday
there will be joy
and so this day
i will laugh out loud
and share the abundance
of wonder and fellowship
those places
where God smiles

someday
there will be love
and so this day
i will wink in its direction
in appreciation
of mystery’s beauty
and all the secrets
God has in store

Third Sunday in Lent (Ephemeral)

A wisp of wind, a passing moment, a grace note:
let me be glad just to have known it
grateful for the warm breath on my cheek
for the caring space between words for
the music which cannot be held.
At your invitation, O God, I will
be still and savor this life that is
so poignantly temporary
this sonata that builds and fades
like the moon in its
waxing and waning
never meant to remain
only meant for joy
only meant for tears.
One suspension of time,
one fleeting breeze
one kiss on my cheek
and my soul will be satisfied
for a lifetime
even if, O God,
you never draw near again
I will be glad.

Lent 4 (Rumba)

Just one step
toward the water
and another
toward an impossibility
Two steps then
a sidestep of hesitation
and now
we’re dancing:
approaching and turning
trusting and waiting
dreaming and fearing
slow-quick-quick
a rumba with God
between a rock and a hard place
‘twixt Egypt and the Red Sea
doubt and deliverance
Just one step,
my God,
then another
toward your impossibility

Rejoice Always

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I can’t.

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O God beyond time, by your grace: May joy not be linear or sequential. May tomorrow’s triumphant reunion find us today. May your still-coming kindom wrap around and inform our yesterday. May the hope of ancient stories undergird our future. May joy be always, even when it is not.

Tell Me a Story

Tell me a story
of butterflies and daffodils
of thin places and reassuring angels.

Tell me a story
of miracles and love
of strolling through gardens with lions and lambs.

Tell me a story
of resurrection dawning
of rains refreshing, of tombs bursting with life.

Tell me these stories
when the clouds droop low
when grace is short-fused and fragile.

Tell me these stories
when lovingkindness seems absent
when kinship is withdrawn and understanding hindered.

Tell me these stories
when the world feels tired
when God’s patience grows weary.

Let the story continue
with stones still rolling away
with roses blooming where tears fall.

Let the story continue
with untold surprise endings
with dancing and singing and laughing.

Let the story continue
with joyous wonder repeating
with fellowship extending by every breath, every hand.