God who creates and sees with the declaration, "It is good!" use your gift of working with mud and mix us once or twice again; we try to master the ingredients - water and land, the heavens and the earth - you have given us using our own imaginations and come up short of fulfillment. Amen.
Category Archives: Poetry
My poetry. Mostly Collects
Necessary Things
How I have wrestled with the myth of Christ, tried to follow the teachings of Jesus and sought to live along the Way. And suffering remains, with the ingredients of fulfillment still written in a hand that I cannot read. The necessary things have carried me this far, far enough to know that I have lived today and that tomorrow never comes.
Notes to Daughters
Here's a fancy Y... Why? Because I love you. Daddy ooxx I caught one of your tears. It is beautiful and I love you!! xxoo Dad
Dreams
Flowing depth without drama. Not enough variation. Deep mumbling ground. Crying to be taken home. Lifted up by dreams undreamed.
Up and Down
We discover gravity together throwing toys up into the air watching them come down to the ground.
“Who is this?” – Matthew 21:10
God of all names, who humbly enters our lives, we want to call you...something... to delight in that you have arrived unexpectedly, though surely, we expect something to stir us along life's roadsides as we move towards the center of our dreams. Amen.
Eventually
No, not ready at all to feel the deep earth resonate, they said as they marched in time to the rising and the setting of the sun. Perhaps tomorrow the line will practice meandering just a bit from the center holding disparity tightly together. Someone will eventually step aside to intentionally collect what the others have left behind. And, perhaps, then, the disquiet of each heart will begin to be heard.
A note pasted in my journal from twenty years ago…
Dear Dad, I love you with all my heart. xoxoxoxo how was your day? I hope it was good. Love Sydney 1/15/2003
A Rainbow With Hands
A morning tear on my cheek begins my day. Am I tired out from yesterday's chase after answers or saddened the answers remain in the dark? It has been said by those who know, We must choose to live with the questions. I am glad the ache in my heart and the ache in my head remain the same from one year to the next. I still demand the same though time moves on. And a precious daughter writes me notes of love and a drawing of a rainbow with hands.
Answers
Seek beautiful dialogue on the nature of answers. The greatest possible number of answers should not create the smallest number of questions. Adequate answers should never satisfy those who seek to live at the edge of time. Beware of answers creating a numbing of the mind. Divine movement does not hide in answers but in questions asked in awkward moments.
A Thread You Follow 