meditation

Psalm 71:20

You who have made me see many troubles and calamities
will revive me again;
from the depths of the earth
you will bring me up again.

Psalm 42:8

By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.

Psalm 57:1

Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me,
for in you my soul takes refuge;
in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge,
till the storms of destruction pass by.

Isaiah 53:4-5

Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his stripes we are healed.

1 Corinthians 13:8

Love never fails.

Summer is a seasoned time – radiating promise’s glance

Off of sea and stone. Catching a child’s eye and mine
Winking back to the smile sun brings to souls.
The clean smell fresh of prairie or water wind running
Through hair and seemingly even skin makes me remember
Moments love-ful and real, grace-changed past, and presently.
Now I stand on the curve of fall’s dawn waiting for the
Aged graceful entrance into the earth and me,
Red and yellow paintbrushes announce the end of things –
But not finality – for which I hold it dear.
Giving way to winter’s white embrace lacing crystals
from heaven to dirt, strings of cold beautiful wonder
To cover and cleanse world’s brown death like a wedding dress
Changing a bride (who too once buried dead words and works)
Into Glory’s reflection, pure, bright; eyes trusting toward
new life – Spring.




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to be revealed

creation whispers creation comes

into your heart as it rests in your hand.

handle her with care, for she is like us:

needing to be seen

touched experienced

loved.

all day long she hums an ancient song
threading in her garment the scarlet truth
for the holding. the healing
of divison over what is real.
always for the reminding of fallen

fragile would-be forgiven

flesh and soul.

reflecting grace

All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies. For Thy name's sake, O Lord, pardon my iniquity for it is great. What man is he that feareth the Lord? him shall He teach in the way He shall choose. His soul shall dwell at ease; and his seed shall inherit the earth. The secret of the Lord is with them that fear Him; and He will show them His covenant.

Psalm 25:10-14

Reflection...

All, not some.

little song

grace comes in dew form
on the dusty road of sorrow
my eyes had failed when seeking God
but mercy arose that very hour
to revive a little flower.

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loving my neighbor

we are, by nature,
exceedingly sinful, fallen.
A band of broken things
with sharp edges
certain failures at what
we ought to be.
When i look at you, and you look at me
i wonder if we might ever
hold the other gently? while
imperfection most faithfully guides
us straight into
the arms of Christ.
In Him we'll crucify expectations and lies - pride
that demands you not cut me nor i
ever hurt you.
Our foolishness and manifold mistakes
are like a child falling a thousand times.
That little one is you, another is me
shall we burden each other overly?
When forgiveness to our own hearts
is supplied so readily?
...perhaps if i didn't hold on to such an ideal
i could finally love what is real.


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