30,000 Feet

From 30,000 feet in the air, you do not look like an image of God. You barely look like the landscape, and the landscape is just a background to the video game of drone warfare.  From 30,000 feet in the air, your tears are only a poster image to convict my prayers....

Crying Out

I struggle for You it seems impossible — or is it terribly predictable — that You are not here time is without purpose without You reach across the depths, God, call me Yours again call me beloved again call again on Psalm...

Holy Innocents

I pray at your feet, Child of Aleppo, seeking mercy for my ignorance and unyielding heart. I pray at your feet, Child of Eritrea, seeking forgiveness for the violence of global capitalism. I pray at your feet, Child of Bethlehem, seeking pardon and consolation through...

Advent: Goodbye

Still I wait. Still I listen. Still there is only disappointment. We have waited. We have hoped. Perhaps now at long last God will answer the generations who have cried. Perhaps. But here — here is a shoulder for comfort until God comes. Unless God doesn’t...

Advent: Estranged

Not too long since last we spoke Not too long since last we sat together And still I feel a chasm between us as though Our spirits never connected, as though A word never passed between us As though we are estranged. How long, O God, Until our repartee Is not so scant...

Be Still

I wondered if you would come. I wondered if you would just sidle up quietly unexpectedly and sit by my side to watch the river. Of course if you decided to take time with me I would wonder immediately how long you might stay because no one stays. We go, we leave, we...

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