Blessings of the Birds

Bless the LORD, o my soul,
and forget not the One
who instructs your heartbeat
by the pulsing dance of starlings.

Bless the LORD, o my soul,
and forget not the One
who teaches your soul
in the stillness of the great blue heron.

Bless the LORD, o my soul,
and forget not the One
who calls you to rest
with the summer whippoorwill.

Bless the LORD, o my soul,
and forget not the One
who finds you hiding
though you like the junco lay low.

Bless the LORD, o my soul,
and forget not the One
who defends you
as a cardinal against intruders.

on Psalm 103:2-3

Summer Storms

You surprise me, Summer Storm —
though I saw you slowly building in the west,
suddenly you descend amid upturned leaves and
clouds piled high across the face of the sun.
I know better than to fail to keep
a watchful eye on your coming
but no matter: you are here now and I am
wrapped up in you, twisted about and turned around
in awe of your power to break through a stalemate,
a stifling of life and spirit, a gridlock betwixt
sun and earth in which time
was held captive (as was I)
but now with the pounding of this Summer Storm
the air breaks and bends and makes way for life to move
again, for birds to sing again, for feet to dance again
while I am drenched in goodness and mercy.
Yes, God — by your Storm I am
drenched in goodness & mercy.

on Psalm 148:8b

In The Jordan

Seven times seven times seven
I learn from the lily: rejoice.
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I learn from the river: continue.
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I learn from the maple: stand.
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I learn from the sky: breathe.
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on 2 Kings 5:10 and Isaiah 66:14

Dandelion Fluff

dandelionsCreator God, Playful Spirit: let my faith have the simple confidence of a dandelion — content to smile like the sun when blooming, satisfied to be relocated & replanted by the wind in fading, unapologetic in taking root where it is not wanted or expected, brazen and stubborn in giving its own ordinary glory to God.

Retreat

credo5If I gaze all day
at the sun’s light upon
the budding rhododendron,
know that it means I love you.

If my eyes glisten
to see the breaking morning
or share the breaking bread,
know that it means I love you.

If I pause
for a whistling lesson
from the towhee and the sparrow,
know that it means I love you.

If I laugh to listen
to the gurgle of a spring
overflowing in its joy,
know that it means I love you.

If I fling my arms wide
as though to embrace the lake
and the jagged mountains,
know that it means I love you,
O God my Delight and my Creator.

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