Tuesday, September 19, 2017

despite the bruising

 
 
 
there it is
on a day
full of gray

the sun
failing to sparkle
to fill with warmth
and the happy
we chase

clouds scuttling
fast and furious
across a landscape

and behind
a window

a canvas
and an easel
standing ready
to capture
this story
in shades
of swirling silvers
and grays
and
incandescent
light

dipping a brush
into melancholy
a day crushing
with the weight
of exquisite

in seeing light
more like
a pearl
seeping through
the barrage
of dark

and reminded

many hearts
fragile today
and
emotions swirling too
because
stories broken
and the fiber
of feel good
missing
like the sun

and in looking
through
that window

a masterpiece
starring back
at me

because

despite
the bruising
from a world
aching
so full of scarcity
and longing
the not enough
catching breaths
and deflating lives
in the lack

there really is

beauty

and a purpose
to our lives

in these days
both sun-filled
and not

if we but look

and pausing
to look beyond

into the mystery
of Glory
showing up
all the time

there it is



Monday, June 5, 2017

monday mornings sometimes






darkness
looming outside
in the early
of a morning

rain pending

tall pines
and lush green
the landscape

standing
at attention
perfectly still

waiting

even the
birds
knowing

announcing

before
the first
crack
of
thunder

before
the wind
eddying
and
stirring

before
the trees
waving
about
their 
leaf laden
arms

before
even
the pines
joining
the dance

there is a

pause

a languid
sort of
waiting

a sweet
anticipation

of surely
what is to come

drinking it in
savoring
the moment
before

a sky 

opening

and a
downpour

merciless

droplets falling
staccato
hammering
a street
thrumming
on rooftops

relentless rain

beauty surrounding

unexpected
maybe

this

God-driven
goodness

ushering in

something

as
sweet
as
summer



Tuesday, May 23, 2017

embracing today




and here I sit
in the ordinary

when all around
voices
yelling loud

getting my attention
to be something

extraordinary

all the days of our lives

when really
all I can do
is wake up

raise the blinds
and welcome
a new day

the beauty of it
the one chance to do
all the hours
never to be repeated
quite the same

like a snowflake
or a fingerprint
or an original painting

each one day
distinct
and full
of possibility
and choices

embracing it
in a big bear hug
and wringing out of it
every nuance
every flavor
and every opportunity

and to really see
our moments

the landscape
surrounding
loaded
with beauty

and people
some we love
others maybe
we don't
understand

and so
choosing
today

to really see
and to savor

to love back
and to linger

to forgive
and to let go

thanking God
for all this
the work
of His hands

embracing
what is

because a day
like a snowflake
melting
in your hand

never
to be repeated
quite the same

a work of art

and breathing in
the good news
not having to be
extraordinary

because
life is

and I don't want
to keep
missing it