Wednesday, October 28, 2009

God with me

"Make a practice of sharing everything with God in private, and every public action will bear the stamp of His presence." -Author Unknown

God wants to share my griefs. God wants to share my utter delight in the misty moon and first star. God wants to hear my frustrations and anger. God wants to be faced with my doubts.  God wants to be told my failures... and the things that make me more alive.

It's only when I share with Him that He can heal me, redeem me, change me, and love me.

Emmanuel, God with us.
God with me.

Why do I deny both of us the privilege of being together?

Monday, October 26, 2009


At times, I've been told I am cynical. Usually, I've been guilty as charged. Perhaps because the object is so familiar to my own hand, I notice how much power cynicism has over cultures, specifically the culture of my generation. We're tired of the chaos, tired of the mud-slinging, tired of seeing people sacrificed for ideologies. More than the ideas and practices that we question, we're disturbed by how quickly people can be hurt in their questioning. We can see that rocking the proverbial boat is frightening to the rowers, but we're just tired of the ensuing tensions. We want to know we're heard, but our talking seems to only draw darker dividing lines. So, we take comfort in our cynicism, like an over-stuffed chair. It gives us a safe way to let each other know we're hurting, without being too vulnerable.

What have we done? Have we helped or hurt ourselves? Have we helped or hurt others?

Cynicism denies the hope of change, of restored relationships and satisfying communication. It prevents us from working toward that end.

If the most common bond is our shared cynicism, we're fragmented indeed.

Cynicism blinds me to the other side of the coin. If I remember it exists, I don't have the energy to care.

I don't have any patented cures or five-step procedures. I'm just asking God to open my eyes, to help me see my sphere of operation as He does.

Thursday, October 22, 2009


i won't believe it any more
five and two do not make four
i knew it didn't, but
your claims cast shadows
on my treehouse

i'm blowing kisses at the moon
smiling at the sun at noon
dancing with the light, and
counting rose petals
two and two, four

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


I think I shall become a gypsy with a mission. I'm not sure where I'm going, but, like Abraham, I just feel like going. I'm itchy with the type of boredom that saps energy. What next? Where next? Sifting through my dreams like diamonds, but none quite fit. I'm asking God to give me a dream I've not dreamed before. Meanwhile, I try to praise Him in its absence.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

rainbow eyes

look, absorb
do not deny

leaves aflame
and in black decay

symphonic smiles
and deafening tears

run the tide
of bliss and agony

move with the rhythms
of throbbing Creation

rain filters sunshine
colors prism in shifting hues

rainbow eyes

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Fellowship

Father, resuscitate us
Don't let the people watching say
We trusted foolishly in You
We grasp the horns of the altar
Fall to our knees, arms around the cross
Caught in the paradox
Jesus, don't leave us

You, them, me
A fellowship

We die our deaths
In the hope of