The Smallest Voice in the Room

Maybe you weren’t shy

Maybe

You were waiting

Finally

For some silence

So you could go inside

And come out

Those glittering words

Not found

In everyday conversation

Or alive at the party

But within heartache and breath

Within sigh

Or just one gorgeous blink of their eyes

Waiting to be found

Waiting

For the just sound

Of your voice

Because

Maybe you weren’t shy

Maybe

The truth was waiting

For someone who was really good at listening

For someone who was really good at holding space

For the kind of gentle pace

The Divine uses

For priceless musings

Maybe you weren’t shy

Maybe

The crowd was just cheering,

Because they waited to be blessed

By the kind of song

Only you could come to possess

Maybe you weren’t shy

Maybe

You are like the light on the sky

And everything else that gives this life

Its precious meaning

Not loud or fast

But soft and sure

God’s thought

The ocean tide

Your words

The waves landing on the shore.

This Morning In Politics

This morning I woke up to see

That righteous anger pushed deep

So hidden inside me

Was out

Quaking and breaking the rocks on the hill

An avalanche to see

This morning is when

I realized

The president was me

And the extra pounds

I was carrying around

Exposed

No longer hidden underneath soft blue flannel

But up there

In a white golf shirt on TV

My righteous anger

The extra pounds

The shame

This morning there has been a change

I will not call the president by any other name

For he is only president

And I am those extra pounds

I am the shame

Can I turn my anger into authenticity?

Can I give this fat it’s proper name?

Can I love myself once and for all?

Can I leave righteous anger from my game?

For it had nothing to do about a president

This avalanche I woke up to see

It has everything to do with my righteous anger

That keeps the sun from shining

On the hill beside of me.

Chaplaincy

I hold you in a sacred container

I hold you in your honesty

I can hold you in this rage

And I already hold all the colors

Your child fingers left

On that page

I hold your unique beauty

And I hold each day

When you came to the ridge to pray

Your intention became mine to hold

Until your time to rest…

So now that you are old,

May I return

(one thousand fold)

All the peace that you have given

Now wrapped up in the warmth of this soft blanket

And the steam unfurled from hot, sweet tea

May you find again

The exquisite joy amongst each memory

You may have forgotten

(All of them will always rest

Deep inside with me)

Your life

Not a test

Still you gave so many answers

Like why we love

And why we come to search above

For this heaven

(And when it is your time

To stop receiving,

To stop breathing,

Know that what you have taken

Could never be mine

But was

your gift

And by eternity ever will be shapen.)

 

I love you.

myministry

 

The beauty of a gentle new path taken (after loss)

Gallery

Faith is like the flower growing in the light, grace is the light that finds and nourishes that particular place in the soil.

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Image

Tonight is for finding things there and not there at the very same time

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Sadie and the Divine Feminine

Sadie spent time

Watching others use their building blocks

To climb

One piece of colored wood above the next

Clear lines

Physics

And even though she admired

Their smarts and their faith

She knew she would not join them

For Sadie could build only when the wind told her

Using blocks of wildflower

And bird call

Like a light from above

Told Sadie when

It was time to love

Or when she could finally sleep

(Sadie knew

She had been born

With no strength to climb

And the kind of reason

Like whispers from the clouds

And a song for every season.)

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