Hello, Friends! I am pleased and thrilled to announce the publication of my book, One Desire: A Book of Collects. It is available from your favorite independent bookstore or online in hardcopy/book format or in digital form on your preferred reader. Click on the below link to order from Morgenstern Booksellers, an indie bookstore opening in June in Bloomington, Indiana. https://bookshop.org/books/one-desire-a-book-of-collects/9780578904504
Every Sunday I post to this blog a Collect that I have written. The book is a collection of Collects written in 2020.
What is a Collect? A Collect is a unique blend of scriptural commentary, poetry and prayer written/spoken with the intention of bringing about change in the speaker and the speaker’s world. The Collect has five parts. The speaker addresses G*d. The speaker shares the aspect of G*d that relates to the expressed desire. The speaker names their desire. The speaker gives a reason for the desire. The speaker finishes with a word of praise or conclusion.Your support is welcome. Enjoy!
I said, "I dreamed last night
that the troublers of conscience
came streaming out of the woodwork."
She said, "Sometimes even the ravens
demand attention while performing."
I asked, "How does a voice make sound
in the midst of people who are convinced
that only they know the real ways?"
She answered, "Silence is fertile ground
for mutterings to emerge."
I said, "In walking from place to place,
so many feel mysteriously unconnected
to anything that might be called human."
She sighed, "The faithful remnant may
come and go unexpectedly but they
will be seen and heard."
What makes the fallen ash leaves curl
when they touch the hard ground?
Does looking down at the ground
make the circling vulture dizzy?
How many nuts buried in the ground
will last the winter for a squirrel?
Will the ground remain solid beneath
my feet as I stand in uncertainty?
The holiday celebrating this and that
came and went. The dark-eyed junco
returned from summering in the north.
After spending some time comparing
the symbols of linear and circular thought
I put my notes away. Days are passing.
Why must I cover the ground walked by
so many before me while horizons ahead
of me wait to be fused into some greater
picture where all turn circles in the dance?
God of Now and
God of Then and
God of Will Be,
who endlessly appears in the corners of our eyes,
in a bush, in a smile, in a picture and
in the alighting of a falcon in a tree;
we imagine your name in our imaginings
and find our thoughts far too narrow and small
for pure being to settle into us in these dizzy days;
send us into the realm of corners where we dare
to believe nothing is true and sacred and,
we may be seen rising in our finest moment of freedom.
To never blush in private while
raindrops fall off the leaves.
To constantly call G*d down
from the heavenly throne.
To present things in my mind in ways
that make sense to the circling vulture.
To bring people to faith in mornings
where angels rise with the sun.
Which color best describes the way
a mourning dove cries in the morning?
How many days walking in the rain
before the last leaf falls to the wet ground?
At what time of day is it best to alter
the God that appears at the Altar?
How many differences are there between
the oppressed and their oppressors?
I asked, "How many more fingers
must be pointed at the divine?"
She replied, "We humans enjoy
the convolutions of large numbers."
I said, "Perhaps furiously fidgeting
with the letter of the law should be
made a crime."
She said, "Then people would not
have anything to do on bright,
sunny mornings as the summer
comes to a close."
I added, "Except to fill daily journals
writing words that appear to be
tolerant and accepting."
She said, "It is easier to embrace ourselves
when we remain examples in our own lives."
Maker and Creator
of all places and ways,
who wanders off to pray
in places certain and uncertain
depending upon the day;
make in us a hope
where we are present,
grounded in change
from the play of how things are
in the here and now of every day
to the ways of possibility,
for the many surround us
keeping us in one place.