I want to fly these dumbbells up, down, up, down quick! The momentum of each lift rising at my side pushing past perhaps what’s safe or wise in the name of what? Speed or yes, the checklist-exercise- done! When I slow instead, face the window and raise these weighted arms slow, slow, slow-up; slow, slow, slow- down-the strain increases but the work muscle-wise is longer … Continue reading Wait Training {a #poem}
“Samara,” she said and the words took flight in my hearing, invisible windborne flora soaring across my thoughts. She spoke of wings, a divine creation spinning towards earth to plant itself like a stubborn weed-fierce and stuck. Imagination took root, sending me flying home towards Webster’s– ‘some-are-uh’ – and there a black and white drawing of a seed with wings “an indehiscent, usually one-seeded fruit, … Continue reading Physical Science {a #poem}
I wish I could collect the light, landing its shadows on this page as it creeps ever brighter through the gray. Pour it out to wash my heart, salve the wound of this present heaviness, the sighs that never end. Hold it lightly aloft, praying no sharp wind or quiet, steady breeze snuff it out, for we need it so Father, carry us, ferry us … Continue reading Week One-A Prayer
Jesus, because He said I could (ask) about a Five Year Plan– like a plannable annuity with a guaranteed return on my investment. as if… as if a sure answer for my tomorrows would bring me peace today. He whispers instead what’s doable– the Five Hour Plan-a chunk of time allotted to say, oh, baking a pie– manageable, like a tried and true recipe gather … Continue reading I’ve Been Asking
Facing the stove, I busy my hands with this thrice-cooked fowl, weaving water herbs and onions to conjure a warming repast for our souls. Skin holds meat, meat holds bone (or is it the other way around?) and as chunks slip and slide into the bubbling pot before me, I wonder, wordless, at the speed with which we revere and revile our fellow human beings. … Continue reading The Practice of Pondering While Making Soup
What can you hear in a winter sky? Trees sleeping, sap coursing slowly stopped by these northern climes and their accompanying chill. The sound of sunlight, settled like a theater’s best ending, shadowplay kept for juncos and chickadees. Gray like warm … Continue reading Sabbath on the Page, Winter {a #poem}
Son, ferried within water, the womb of his mother. She, comforted on the back of a donkey, led at the hand by a hopeful man, father, to the House of Bread.Seer, sounding words that seared the hearts of those who heard, time in the temple as He … Continue reading The Word
I flatten myself carpetside, legs parallel as the lines of a crosswalk,arms a perpendicular “T”to my torso, aching as theystretch (or do they stretchand therefore ache?) Open-bodiedstance releases all weight of this weary week.White-flagging my way to the floora wide space spans my once-tightpalms, now held by an invisiblesilken thread index to index.Sprung free from the web of close-inclamoring that’s cluttered my days,revelation arrives via … Continue reading Keeping Watch
Autumn morning, my eyes are trained through windows to the shadow show on tree trunks, crayon box of colors falling through space from newly-revealed branches. Creator comes to mind, how He carries us, colors us, covers us with His power, tree-like arms our strength, raising us Heavenward. Aware that sap is invisible, a pulsing, sticky river, carrying nourishment in its wake while eyes are trained … Continue reading The Ministry of Trees {a #poem}
Sir spider suspended, still but for the invisible jarring of his aerial abode. Does it frighten him to be held by strength he cannot see, to scuttle across the sky, limb to leaf knowing the opposite anchored end could detach in a blink? Still he spins in space, hovers across my path while I dodge and duck and pray, Dear God to have … Continue reading Gossamer Faith