Deliverer of bodies, who laid out your body on a cross and in a tomb, who turned your body into bread at a table, who created the field of us; how we all want to wave together, swaying, as your breath moves across our faces; too full to even move. Amen.
Category Archives: Poetry
My poetry. Mostly Collects
Deliver me, O Lord, from evildoers! – Psalm 140:1
Maker of weal and woe, who confounds the paths of the innocent while twisting the paths of the guilty, Is it possible for the scribbled way and the straight way to not intersect? For when they do, death follows. Amen.
On either side of the river is the tree of life… – Revelation 22:2
Maker of pines and pin oaks, burning bushes and the Joshua tree, evergreens and the piñon, who centers every tree in our Garden of Creations; gather roots around us, intertwine each with the other, so fruit of all flavors drops like jewels through grasping fingers into open hands. Amen.
A voice says, “Cry out!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” – Isaiah 40:6
Oracle of old, Word before words, who dances with Miriam as horse and rider are thrown into the sea, who plunges into the cold, closing surf with each chariot driver, What shall we cry? For news is black and white with countless grays and the people stir by the easy way. What shall I cry? Make the call simple. Amen.
“I have set before you life and death.” – Deuteronomy 30:11
God, who creates chaos and destroys order who arranges and fells, lean into your dream for life a little bit more, so the many who feel free from your holy choice choose life for life's sake. Amen.
You search out my path and my lying down. – Psalm 139:3
Scout and Tour Guide, who knows my ways even before those ways become ways of possible ways; many feel tied down on a one-way track to hell; broaden our imagination of potential pathways so we desire life with one another once again. Amen.
It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting…” – Ecclesiastes 7:2
God of the Hovel, the Hole, the House and the Hotel, who creates a room for each of us, a nameplate, not a number, on the door, which we close to keep the noise of others out while binging-watching our own noise; though we may shed tears for the end of a season the well of our deep grief dries; Move us to go next door to our neighbor who knows only tears of aloneness. Amen.
“Come, let us cast lots, so that we may know on whose account this calamity has come upon us.” – Jonah 1:7
Divine Finger, intimating and numbering and assuming the sins of the world, O, how we want to know, Who did it? How quick we are to lay the blame at someone else's feet yet unwilling - or unable - to follow the thread and return to the first cause. Point us in our direction. Amen.
It is an unhappy business that God has given to human beings to be busy with. – Ecclesiastes 1:13
God Who Did All the Good Stuff Those First Six Days, and left everything else to us, we make joyless joy failing to rest; remind us: you finished your work at the start of the seventh day. Amen.
The people of long ago are not remembered. – Ecclesiastes 1:11
Recollector, who promised Abraham descendants as numerous as the stars and the sand, stuck in the middle of posterity, descendants become ancestors, numerous become nameless, today becomes yesterday; as we tread the next step send the named ones to surround us. Amen.
A Thread You Follow 