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

 

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.)

Could it be that God and Mother are one?

We cannot share death

We go into that space on our own.

 

We share birth so surely connected to another

Our mother is with us for our entrance into this world

Yet we cannot share death

It is our path to greet our death alone.

 

Or could it be that God and mother are as one?

 

That she gives us birth into this world

And when we are ready to leave the earth

God comes and takes our mother’s place

And joins with us like that chord from our belly to her womb.

 

Could it be that I will come to see his face

As I first saw my mother eyes

So softly held in her arms?

 

What will that warm, sweet milk taste like?

 

Where will be my next home?

Gratitude Prayer

I have been fortunate

Light has played for me

In my ears

As gentle bird song

And across my eyes

As sunrise and sunset

Somedays

It seems it would be easy to forget

That light doesn’t always come to play

That a day may grow so dark

I will begin to wonder

If even

One spark of yellow flame

Will be left for me to

Warm my cold heart under

And so,

Each time I praise the light

May I never forget to also see

The way darkness falls around my home

Just like storm clouds come to live

Out over the sea

And may I vow to use this day

For precious healing

Of any wound I find aching

In this place

And may I continue to use my voice

In precious gratitude

For the light

As bird call and

sunrise and sunset

(The sweetest gifts always come to play

By Grace!)

gratitude

The Risk in Gifts and Skill

What would I be

If somehow

My biggest gift

Was taken far away from me

What if I could no longer

Do

The very thing that makes me

Special

And what then

If everything I value

Was somehow lost

What if I was left with just me

Me with no frills

Me with no particular talent or skill

What if I was just

Here

Here without all the things

I have learned to hold so dear

I think maybe

My heart would pump

And my mind

Might be so much more

Clear

In fact I think

I might finally know—

That anything I do or say

Will be enough

That to be just me

Will be enough

That the real reason

I have always been

Here

Is so simple

And so true

I am

Here

To be love

Yes,

I am here to be love

With you.

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