Poems

waking in a flash wanting only true lines to guide the moment newly woven, quiet clarity compassion and forgiveness watering, soaking the ground. no need to be right, just awake to “the single complete movement of raising one foot and putting it down in another spot, as in walking”.

Returning after a long absence, I find The tall wooden, white columns support the front portico As they did twenty, forty, and sixty years ago. The green copper steeple still reaches for the sky.

Mother-God is here. The fussing can stop.

O sing unto the Lord a new song! Escape the dirge that is so old and dull, Sing new. Listen for Life’s ever-present presto.

Oh to be something,something      in Thee, and known as Thou art; Patient and gentle—loving,      of broken and contrite heart. Oh to be something, something      apart from this mortal man; Substance and life in Spirit,      living alone in I AM.

The hour may seem forlorn and dark while we decide which way to go. Yet He will be with us— pillar of fire or cloud, clear Word.

You're here! Good to see you! Especially in light of the struggle last night, the cruel words, the news hoped to be good that wasn't. How rarely we know what happened before The human heart admits that it needs Church And responds to the call.

I'm early for church this morning, park down the block, get out of my car and stand beside it to absorb sunshine. I want to stay outside a while, and there is time.

At mystery's distance the world splitting and spinning, expanding and heating, appeared uncharitable. We glanced away from appearances to listen and pray.

Throughout the day and into the night, God's wings take me into the sky. No boundaries, no limits, no flight path too high.