I heard my heart say Whoa
A name flashes by with a photo attached and I feel the stab of anger, dismissal, rejection run through my heart first, then my belly, and then my head. Slow your roll, I want to say, as if I’m...
View ArticleWelcoming the Zombie Apocalypse
Pouring my coffee looking out over the empty church lot in my back yard I found myself thinking that perhaps it IS time for a Zombie Apocalypse. Hear me out. I would see them coming across that yard...
View ArticleWaiting
and I use my waiting time counting my blessings and my outrages and my sorrows and my joys
View ArticleSlumber
‘Tis the Season for sweet dreams under heavy blankets and pets who seek comfort in the night. What a season! Filled with lights and song and sweets and savories and stories of light and love and holy...
View ArticleHark! A thought on the 2015 Holiday Season
“Hark,” Harold the angel said then turned to me and said “Er, Hey! Listen! to the message I bring you and you and you” beginning to sound a bit like Oprah and those little cars “You get some peace,...
View ArticleFear at the Table
We gave Fear the place at the head of the table and then wondered why everyone got so mad and started buying guns and decided the world was going to hell We forgot to look at the whole table who else...
View ArticleFlooding in the Basement: Happy New Year
The water and the house conspire it seems to help us let go so we can enjoy a past that does not clutter the present.
View ArticleSo many dimensions and none holds all of you
Oh, my dear, you are rounded and edgy and full of air and snap that no photo can ever hold
View ArticleI am the light
I am the light that hits the red rocks and the soil that absorbs it I am the view and the light to see it I am the stars above and the sand below and the waves slipping up the beach under the moonlight...
View ArticleGrace, Thanks and Swordfights in the Kitchen
I just had a swordfight in the kitchen while I waited for my coffee to drip. You know, like you do. Not sure what came over me, but as I stood there holding the wooden spatula I use to knock down the...
View ArticleDisco Ball Theology
I’m learning to look at the world like it’s a small mirrored, disco ball that fits comfortably in my hand So when I look, I am reminded, the world reflects ME back to me. Foolish to think my first...
View ArticleLet’s fix this
I put an old poem on my blog because I needed to put something up, but it wasn’t what I needed to say. I needed to say, Come on, world, don’t let me down–don’t let each other down. I wanted to say if...
View ArticleMoving Books
Moving books from one side to another Ripping flooring up from one side to another Work left, after a flood. But the books. After writing all morning about my father I come across titles from his...
View ArticleDear Christian Friends,
Would you elect a man to lead our nation who holds the lives of others in great disdain or would you look for the leader who has the Samaritan’s heart?
View ArticleTil It Happens to You
Yes. All. Women. You define rape as you will, but there are no women who escape the sexual aggression of men. We try to live bravely in a world that still wants to tell us that our clothes incite rape....
View Article8 years gone
Gone? Define gone. Yes, your body your smile your tall tales and horrible puns have left us in a silence we didn’t know existed Your pensive stare that, a time or two, I thought had seared a hole right...
View ArticleDon’t Let Go
And still you have hope. I see it in you, even if you don’t. You hold your metaphorical and actual children up to the world like Mufasa holds Simba in The Lion King and say “Look, behold, the new...
View ArticleOnly Connect
Maybe you don't want progress. Maybe you just want to be left alone to solve your own problems. Maybe you don't have that luxury anymore.
View ArticleWhere Will the Wilderness Take Us?
They are living it, every single day, wondering when the bullet in the Russian roulette of school shootings will pierce them. Whether these kids are physically harmed in these slaughters, they are...
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