You gaze down on us like a tall man on stilts, walkin’ round, showing off nothin’ but your golden smile— you are a spy with hat pulled low. What do you see, new moon, as you survey this blue marble? You, who inspire love songs, when you bare all, do you see us loving this breathing beauty we are called to husband? Bare your face. Inspire us to sing love to this … [Read more...] about New Moon

I am stumbling down, stupid drunk— inebriated on spiked slogans and sophisticated appeals poured freely from screens, billboards, magazines, lulling me into an intoxicated stupor until my brain is pink cotton candy fluff, my senses, numb— so that I can no longer clearly see or feel the natural world or all that matters most. All I want is more. … [Read more...] about Inebriated

Morning sun nudges away night’s sharp chill, paints golden edges on field grasses and distant woods, as my four year old granddaughter laughs music into the air, chasing her beloved dog across the wide meadow, unreservedly loving this moment with all she is, pulling me into this corner of heaven, immersing me in this sweet glory you have given us to share. … [Read more...] about This Corner of Heaven

Grace rises, a full moon moving up and over us, building shimmering bridges across great ocean divides, lighting the way in the darkness of night, raining radiance on us through the arch of life. Grace, a full moon, rises. … [Read more...] about Grace Rises

Death’s shadow appeared on the nearby hills a few years back. In those darkened days I was, by some grace, given a surprising glimpse of the glory here with us— rising as light from my feet, filling the air around me illuminating everything. Today my feet still caress the earth, cling, dust-to-dust, astonished by this temporary housing where I curl up, a wild cat purring … [Read more...] about Earthen Vessel

Sensuous ball of satin white elastic you are more than a lump-of-clay. You are a responsive, living thing. You stretch, yet hold yourself together as I pull against your structure. You yield, then spring back with counter force as I press my weight against you. It is as if you know this interplay will open space to give you breath that you might rise to nourish life in others. … [Read more...] about Bread Making

I have been staring at that door again, perhaps because people I know are lining up at it, reluctantly taking numbers. I cry when they pass through and are gone from sight forever. I’ve sat near the door, from time to time, keeping people company in their waiting— sensing, at times, a crowd of angels and loved ones pressing close, waiting with us, while we’ve read a psalm, held … [Read more...] about The Ancient Door

We were given rainbows on Saturday as we stood together on top of the hill. A gentle rain danced with the setting sun making shocking neon strobes of colored light rise up from our feet and arch in double ecstasy across the sky. Two separate, complete rainbows united in their celebration of hope. “Rainbows are a promise,” I whispered in your ear. Their westward feet were … [Read more...] about Promises

We are like children imagining we can capture God like sunlight in our mason jar— screwing the lid on just right holding our unique treasure tight oblivious of all the sunlight filling and spilling past our yard, running across fields, brightening meadow and trees, waking sleeping cities, dancing across vast seas. We are like children drawing a line in the dirt unconcerned we are … [Read more...] about Wrong Side of the Line

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