Poetry

Once Upon a Pandemic

Once upon a pandemic
We hit the holy ground running
Rising to the occasion
Creating, innovating, bread baking
Hours
Days
Weeks
Months of Blursdays
Have you met the Fatigues? Zoom, Decision, Pandemic
Take your pick
We hit the holy ground falling
To our knees
Weary, worn, and wanting
Survival, revival
A breath of fresh air
We hit the holy ground pounding
Fists in anger
Why? When does it end? How can we endure?
We hit the holy ground exhausted
Releasing all these burdens
Planted
Watered
On this holy ground
Fists filled with dirt
Mouths filled with praise
Hearts filled with peace
We rise to the occasion of each day

Poetry

Love Will Prevail

Read the comments
Do I dare?
Conspiracy theories
Cautionary tales
But-What-Abouts
Breaking news
Breaking hearts
Broken families
Broken bodies
Case counts
Death tolls
Do I dare scroll more?

Facebook facades
Covering fear and pain
Hiding behind screens
What is to be gained?
Check your sources
Check your privilege
Take a breath
Stop keeping score
May peace rise within
Healing from the core

Hope for tomorrow
Grace for today
Be kind to one another
Love will prevail

Poetry

Morning Flower

Dew-kissed morning flower
Fragile petals welcome gentle winds
Burgeoning sturdy stalk a swayin’
Bravely facing each new day
Beauteous morning flower
Rooted deeply in the loam
When parch seasons loom
Know that you are not alone
Stand firmly, gracious flower
Radiate joy all of your days
Releasing seed unto the ground
New growth is on the way

Poetry

Holy Wisdom, Loving Spirit

Holy Wisdom, Loving Spirit
Text: Marilyn Lange, 2020.
Tune: BEACH SPRING, The Sacred Harp, Philadelphia, 1844.
 
 
Holy Wisdom, Loving Spirit
Breathe upon us once again
Reignite your flame within us
Stir among us, gentle wind
 
Refrain
Although scattered, we still gather
In our homes around your Word
Dwell among us, stir within us
Holy Spirit, fill our souls
 
Gather in all your beloveds
Rest upon us, gentle dove
Unify us as one body
Strengthen us to share your love
Refrain
 
Comforter of all who struggle
Captivate us by your call
Interceder, sanctifier
Advocate, inspire awe
Refrain
 
Helper in our every weakness
Lead us forth with joy and hope
Equip us for your purposes
Anointed with gifts to serve
Refrain

Poetry

Plow Through

You’ve done the work
Put in the time
Cleared the pathway forward
Space created
A glimpse of freedom
Only to be taken
With a roar
A rumble
Soul-jarring, earth-shaking clatter
In the wee hours of the night

Morning dawns
Radiant sunshine
A shimmering blanket of snow
Opposes azure skies
Gear up!
A lung-filling, satisfying breath of icy air awaits

Come, momentum, come!
The path is clear…perfectly
Clear?
That overnight roar
That overnight rumble
Plowed in.
Another obstacle
Another barrier to break through
Progress pushed back

Plow through.
Plow through.

Reflections

New Horizons

“One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.” – Andre Gide

Inspirational quotes such as this one sound so pleasing to the ears when we first encounter them. Perhaps in reading the quote you envisioned sailing gently away from the shore on a yacht, cruise ship or even a sailboat as I did. Smooth seas. Sunny day. Not a care in the world. Back to reality. Mind you, I have roughly zero boat piloting skills. Other than rowing or paddling, I likely wouldn’t venture far from the shore. Navigation? No problem. I can read a map with the brightest and best of them. Actual steering and driving the boat? Another story for another time.

Pondering the quote on a deeper level proves more challenging. Think about it. Leaving the safety and familiarity of the shore behind, we venture forward. Whether we simply drift away from the coastline or embark full speed ahead, fear of the unknown sneaks in when we find ourselves in uncharted, unfamiliar surroundings. Discovering new lands sounds great until the shoreline sinks into the horizon.

When lost asea with no sight of the shore, how do we respond? Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me comes to mind. Seriously. Trusting God through the ebbs and flows and currents, we float with hope. God’s grace carries us until we land on those distant shores. Shore not in sight? No worries. God’s eyes are on you. Through every stormy night. Through calm or unbridled seas. Through it all. God has you. New lands await.

Reflections

Content Discontent

The earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. – Genesis 1:2

A formless void. That’s what initiating this website feels like to me. You see, I’ve got a bad case of content discontent. I’m prone to posting heartdumps and other ponderings. While posting those things may be therapeutic for me, what do they offer anyone happening upon this site? Is the content meaningful or inspirational? Am I offering the world anything new or unique? Hmmm.

Does it really matter?

Here goes nothing. Look at me, overcoming an emotional hurdle. I have a gift to share. Whatever shape the content takes will be just fine. Let’s do this.

Poetry

Beyond Blur

Back in the day
Polaroids ruled
Instamatic cameras
A click
A flash
The whir of soon-to-be seen snapshot ejection
Wait
Look? Don’t look!
Just a peek? A glimpse
Darkroomless development
Right before your eyes
A 70’s miracle beheld by a corner between thumb and forefinger
Now these relics remain only in albums of yellowing, acidic, cellophane covered pages
Crammed in basement boxes
Fading with the passage of time
As memories do

In this day and age
Digital’s the default
Darkroomless, instantaneous development
Smile!
Point and shoot
Again.
Again.
Again. Again. Again.
Againagainagainagainagain
Until the tiny screen reveals perfectly posed and poised pixels
Keep or delete decisions deferred
Photoshop covers a multitude
Filters fix foibles
Malleable memories
Preserved not on self-adhesive cellophane
But in cyberclouds and on SD cards
Not fading, still fleeting

Our development
Not instamatic or instantaneous
Beheld in God’s hands
Forget filters
Foibles forgiven
Purposeful, pixelated perfection
Given glimpses of glory
What is now blurred
Shall become clear
Be patient, my child
All is developing as it should