Heart-Turner, we could throw ashes upon ourselves wailing, for the hearts of our children turn away, go onward and ahead; yet a child's heart desires to join with Spring's unfolding flowers. Make the blooms jewels; Gifts of the parents. Amen.
Monthly Archives: November 2020
“…more than enough shame from the proud.” – Psalm 123:4
Bull-ier of bullies, the proud, the haughty, the puffed-up, contemptuous ones, still get all the attention at the playground monkey bars. Tomorrow, on the way out to recess, trip them up and bloody their noses so they must go instead to the nurse's office. Amen.
Some wandered in desert wastes… – Psalm 107:4
Desert Waterer, I fish at the side of your river while ash falls from the sky. Is this that moment between pools of water and parched land where your hand moves forced by a decision woven time long ago when you declared, "It is good!"? Tears move down dry skin on so many faces weathered, beaten, gathered waiting for good things. Deliver us from distress. Amen.
Morning After 2020 Election
This morning... I turn to art. Writing a poem or two. Certainly reading the poets who wrote about hope from the middle of hopelessness. And collage-ing... Putting pieces from crazily disparate scraps some torn some cut some overlooked until now into a new whole with fingers crossed. And video gaming in a world not my own fishing for the elusive blue fish picking flowers taking in the scenery and killing bosses.
I will utter dark sayings from of old… Psalm 78:2
Hearer, O Hearer, It's the dark sayings from of old, that frighten us. Children hide for fear of what the next adult parable havocs in their tiny lives; though curiosity draws them out of hiding places to see what the crazy ancestors always do next. Decrees. Laws. Commandments. A messy mix more fit for eating than to place into ears that hear. Continue to work your works, God, so we will not forget. Sometimes forgetfulness saves. Amen.
A Thread You Follow 