Wake us to your dream of us— to the lovers, grievers, healers you dream us to be. To the makers of beauty, the creators of peace. Wake us from the stupor of our hatred, divisions and greed. Wake us to your dream of us— seekers of justice, lovers of mercy, humbly walking with you. Wake us from fear and frenzy, to your dream of us— joyful servants, embracing neighbor and … [Read more...] about Wake Us

When storms rake paths of death. leaving lives uprooted and bereft, I have no power to save. When the sun beats hard—drying earth and air, creating death-by-thirst for everything, everywhere, I have no power to save. When powers-that-be oppress because of ethnicity and race, terrorizing communities, leaving people demoralized, debased, I have no power to save. When nations fight … [Read more...] about I Have No Power to Save

We are all so wounded and defended, and often unaware of all the ways we spin like tops— trying to control, jockeying for the best spot, managing our image, dressing up in judges’ robes, using words like weapons of war. When bruised or threatened by another’s spin I am tempted to fight, defend. But to knowingly strike back would make mine the greater crime. Help me, is all I … [Read more...] about So Broken

Was it you prompting me to go for a walk when I felt blocked by burdens I could not name? Was it you who wrapped me in the gentle warmth of summer’s early morning sun— opening my heart to pray blessings over each beloved one who came to mind? Was it you who lifted my eyes to the canopy of trees—and beyond— to the mountains rising up so nearby— awakening awe again? Was it … [Read more...] about Was It You?

Bread of life, we breathe you in— become intoxicated by the hearty sweetness of your aroma awakening our hunger. The fragrance of your love reaches and enters, entices us to seek you, begs us to consume you, invites us to make you our source of life. Bread of life, broken and given, we delight in the smell and the taste of you. We return to you, seeking to satisfy our … [Read more...] about Sweet Aroma

I am barren. Meant to be home to love that brings forth life, I am desolate. I need you. I need you to come into this desert I am with your living waters, with your life-creating love. Enter and fill. May all you are form and spill from my mind, my heart, my lips, my life. Today. Bring forth your life in me, I pray. … [Read more...] about Barren

I feel my pride slither away to hide under some far away rock— as if vanquished— every time I acknowledge my need of you and embrace humility anew. In this place of opening to you, I often find myself lost in wonder at the beauty you are, the beauty you make— only to feel the slithering, coiling, rising, striking of this deadly snake, again. Teach me in my despair over this … [Read more...] about Cunning and Baffling