Mustard Seeds

the lily’s bloom the grazing doe the secret smile For each seed of tenderness we are grateful; for each planting of joy we give you thanks. the hazy dawn the rolling thunder the friendly silence For each seed of wonder we sing gratitude; for each planting of...

Gratitude

The tree shall whisper thanks for the wind by which it dances though its roots cannot be moved. The dove shall coo thanks for the small nourishing seed that has blown so far from flower. The rock shall be still in thanks for the quiet stream pooling past it and...

Unknown

I am willing not to know, O God. By which I mean, damn I don’t know at all, so let me make peace with it anyway. By which I mean, thank goodness you are God and I am not. By which I mean, patience is overrated. By which I mean, I am overwhelmingly grateful for...

Advent: Paying Attention

the heartache and the weariness and the “to do” list and the brokenness and the starling with its beautiful iridescence tapping at our window, seeking a shelter from the winter wind the frustration and the guilt and the fear and the news and the faraway...

Tired

Breathing. Calling it good. Striving to be grateful. Standing. Calling it more than nothing. Not quite certain that it’s something. Waiting. Calling myself patient. Believing you might still be faithful.

All Saints Sunday Prayer

We give thanks, O God Most Holy, for the feet that walked this journey before us, for the saints and sinners who lived & loved under the shadow of your wings. We give thanks, O God Most Holy, for those who dared to travel the road together as...

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