How fine you are
how fine it is to
see you
growing in the ways
He has shown us
moved us
how fine to
know you in the ways
you have shown me
growing
ever taller
greener, reaching
in the wind
the wind is my Father's
breath
my Father's breath is change.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Sunday, October 11, 2009
St. Christopher the Comforter
St. Christopher the Comforter
God, do you love to hear me babble?
Bible school cliches burst forth
seemingly unchecked
and all I want to tell her is
You are Loved!
You are loved, and the Love that cared enough
to wrest you from the grave
will guide you over these rifts.
The Love that saw you at your worst
and called out "daughter! come to me"
has not left your side.
And you are truly Loved,
by this fierce and gentle Love
which whispers and whispers
and whispers
...trust me
with all your heart, trust me.
God, do you love to hear me babble?
Bible school cliches burst forth
seemingly unchecked
and all I want to tell her is
You are Loved!
You are loved, and the Love that cared enough
to wrest you from the grave
will guide you over these rifts.
The Love that saw you at your worst
and called out "daughter! come to me"
has not left your side.
And you are truly Loved,
by this fierce and gentle Love
which whispers and whispers
and whispers
...trust me
with all your heart, trust me.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
O Friend
O Friend,
that Love (which moves in stillness
so that when one becomes aware of its presence
one realizes it is all around
like a jungle heat)
has spoken to me.
That Love has tripped me up
so that I lost my way
and had to seek out guidance just to figure out where I was.
That Love has brought me home
has brought me through death
has brought me into life.
I am struggling everyday
and my brow is beginning to crease.
Something reaffirms
and transforms
- shakes like tropical thunder
so that I become something new
and awkward
and uncomfortable as a foal's first steps.
Why do I continue to fight it?
that Love (which moves in stillness
so that when one becomes aware of its presence
one realizes it is all around
like a jungle heat)
has spoken to me.
That Love has tripped me up
so that I lost my way
and had to seek out guidance just to figure out where I was.
That Love has brought me home
has brought me through death
has brought me into life.
I am struggling everyday
and my brow is beginning to crease.
Something reaffirms
and transforms
- shakes like tropical thunder
so that I become something new
and awkward
and uncomfortable as a foal's first steps.
Why do I continue to fight it?
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Over the fence and what do I see
the grasses in the field waving back at me
the beauty of the earth reflected in the sunset skies
What sound is this, oh tell me what voice
speaking out my name, cause me to rejoice
look on me with favor, from the depths of your diamond eyes
Call me by my name, I take thee at thy word
Call me but love and I'm forever yours
Sweet is the sound of your voice's call
like honeysuckle vine growing up my wall
like the yellow in the daisy, violet in the blazing-star
You're gentle like the wind and it kissed my face
I can't help but smile when I walk these days
Speak to me of peace, sing to me of who you are
the grasses in the field waving back at me
the beauty of the earth reflected in the sunset skies
What sound is this, oh tell me what voice
speaking out my name, cause me to rejoice
look on me with favor, from the depths of your diamond eyes
Call me by my name, I take thee at thy word
Call me but love and I'm forever yours
Sweet is the sound of your voice's call
like honeysuckle vine growing up my wall
like the yellow in the daisy, violet in the blazing-star
You're gentle like the wind and it kissed my face
I can't help but smile when I walk these days
Speak to me of peace, sing to me of who you are
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