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




Friday, April 14, 2017

on a friday




words
falling like
confetti

twirling
like snow
blinding
with the white
barrage

of paper
raining down

but the one
caught on the sleeve
revealing
a finer print

words up close
shockingly
not so pretty

strife and rancor
yelling loud
letters on bits
of paper
these words

owning our
futile attempts
to fix
and paint
pretty
the landscape
of our lives

and instead
the living broken
everywhere
we look

words flying
falling
misleading
and destroying

the discourse
ugly and
a smattering
of expletives
too often

haunting us

these
veiled attempts
at happy

and
our story

the one
we want
to be so
beautiful

just isn't

but in the midst
of ordinary
everyday living
on a friday

right now

other words

exploding
ordinary
into
smithereens

my God
my God
why have you
forsaken Me

like a bomb
blast
careening
into our lives

changing everything

jaw-dropping
staggering even

the events
on a friday

because

the confetti
our parade
these best
efforts
just
not enough

but what is

words exploding

across time
into
the
cosmos

it is finished

ripping into darkness
ripping into lives

changing everything
no greater love

to be continued

on a sunday