When we Don’t Agree

Lord,

I’ve had it with their jabs and diatribes

Their mocking and foot stomping and protesting

I fear I’ll come upon them

And feel the need to spew a few jagged pieces of my mind

If one could actually knock some sense into another

But You’re calling me to be a lover

Not a knocker

And anyway, it seems there’s no such thing as common sense

Only my sense versus theirs

Can we agree to disagree without derision?

I guess it’s up to me

I can only orchestrate my own behaviour

I lift them up to You

And ask for blessing

And a revelation of the truth

Yours

Not mine

And ask that you will fill my heart with love

And shut my mouth

In kindness

Amen

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Walkin’ Shoes

In the startled jangle of a baby’s cry

In the halting steps of a toddler

In the dirty face of a happy boy

Emmanuel, God with us

 

 

In the keenness of the teen in the temple

In the clumsy hands caressing wood

In the siblings jostling for a mouthful

Emmanuel, God with us

 

 

They say you should never judge a man till you’ve walked a mile in his shoes

 

 

In the gnawing hunger and the nagging heat

In the fierce temptation of the day

In the snoring erupting from the rocking boat

Emmanuel, God with us

 

 

In the push and shove of the bustling crowd

In the weariness at the well

In the dusty feet and the sweaty brow

Emmanuel, God with us

 

 

In the solitude on the mountain

In the breaking of the bread

In the revelry of a wedding

In the wailing for the dead 

 

 

In the wisdom imparted to the people

And the work of healing hands

In the wounds inflicted by His enemies

And the kiss of an erstwhile friend

 

 

In the fearsome tears in the garden

In the gasping thirst on the cross

In the anguish, pain, and rejection

In thinking all is lost

 

 

They say you should never judge a man 

He was and is and is to come

He knit us together in our mothers’ wombs

He still laced up those stinking shoes

Emmanuel, God with us

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The Labour of Love

I’m trying to love you, but it’s hard

No, not because you’re hard to love

We’re all lovable and troublesome at once

I’m just not very good at loving

 Loving you requires I put you first

And from the first, I’ve been fierce about being first

Selfish, I admit

Thinking more of you

Means I have to think less of me

And in my mind

I’m full of myself

I’d have to make room

Lots of it

Put my own desires on the shelf

Put your needs before my own

So, loving you costs me

It also benefits me

If I don’t love you

I’ll become sad and small

A big zero, as I zero in on my grandiose goals and petty problems

I’ll be shut up in my shrinking world

Alone and lonely

If I love you

If I give of myself

Wouldn’t you know it?

I grow

No, not subtract

It’s a fact

And much of the time

If I dare to love you

You love me back

I feel welcomed, warmed, and wanted

Oh, and humbled, as you meet my need

Because I then know

I can’t make it on my own

The truth is

I want

I need your love

And I need to love you

The question is

Can you love me

Knowing

I’m not very good at loving?

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A Question for the Christ

Jesus

What was it like

To leave the comforts of your heavenly home

The perfect love and fellowship of Father, Son, and Spirit

To put aside the unrestrained majesty and power

To dress your purity in flesh and stench

And take on helplessness and need

Did the angel’s celebration in the skies

Cause your little eyes to flutter

Suckling at your mother’s breast

Or nestled in the snuggly strips of cloth

Securely planted in the scratchy hay

Did the grunting and the snuffling of animals keep you awake

Did your parents get a wink of sleep

Or did dear Mary hover over you

In awe and yawning

Did the shepherds rest their dirty fingers

On your sweet smelling brow

How did Mary take this

Did she smile or flinch

Did Joseph chastise them to give you space

Because they clambered in, a noisy band they were

Breathless and excited

Did the glow of that fair star, the beacon bringing wise men, graze your skin

Lighting on you as you looked on wide-eyed

At those distinguished gentlemen who turned up at your door

Did their gifts at all enthrall you

Did their veneration turn your head

When they bowed before you

Did you understand they’d traveled from afar

A journey long and hard

Just to adore you

My brain cannot contain this strange idea

That God became a man, much less a babe

And when I ponder further

The reason that you graced this place

I’m floored

At your great sacrifice

Jesus

What was it like

I wonder

And I worship

 

 

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The Antidote

When words don’t come

When the good ole’ brain is blank

As unsullied as fresh snow

As empty as a new, white sheet of paper

The pen may be poised

The computer up and whirring

The fingers curled o’er the keyboard

But there’s no flow, no ideas forming

No signals sent, no nerves jangling

No digits doing their duty

No thoughts to express

Just staring

And stress

And stillness

And shrugging

Ugh

I got nothin’

I got nothin’

I got nothin’

What do we do

When we want to write

And have nothing to say

We try to fix it

To force it

We prod with word prompts

We summon streams of consciousness

We type gibberish hoping

The clacking of keys will release the Kraken

Burst the dam

And flood the world with our untold genius

We fuss, we fume

We ruminate

Why is this happening to me

We cry

We whine

We binge

We may come unhinged

All because

We do not listen

To what our bodies, minds, and souls

Are trying to say

Stop

Rest

Read a book

Take a walk

Go on an adventure

Have a talk with a friend

Recharge

Live

Then

Come back

And write

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What the Weed Knows

What must it be like

To live in a world

Where the very sight of you

Makes some people cringe

and want to poison you

Or tear you up by the roots

And burn you into cinders

Or leave you for dead

On the rubbish heap

Sadly

Not just the weed knows this

I’m disturbed and saddened at the recent turn of events in the United States. #stopthehate #blacklivesmatter #prayingfortheUS #peoplearepeople

A Prayer for the World

Our Father

You who are light and love, purity and power

Creator and sustainer of this whirling ball of rock and soil, sloshing blue, and leafy green

Whimsical mastermind of all humankind and creatures wild and wonderful

I normally do come to you with petty problems, small concerns

I dare to pray this day for the whole world

There’s a microscopic killer on the loose

But you know this

A tiny terror that has us by the throat

To take our breath away

And we’re getting crazier than usual down here

We’re taking

When giving is what’s called for

We’re worried bout an ever-growing list

Our health

The health of family and friends

Our mortgages

Food on the table and bills stamped paid

Clean hands and butts

Yes, we’re a little nuts in this regard

It’s hard

To know what to believe

With all the cautionary and, at times, conflicting chatter we’re bombarded with

The only news in town for quite some time

And some of us do fear will lose our minds

Sequestered in our homes for endless days

Reluctantly withdrawing from the human touch we crave

To quell the spread of said uncaring, merciless bug

Oh, God, take out this miniscule thug!

You who’ve always been the champion of the vulnerable and weak

Come to our aid for some have no defense

You who healed the masses when you walked upon this earth

Do so again

Stretch out your hand and let your healing power flow

Allow the suffering among us to draw near and touch your cloak

You who give the breath of life

Exhale

We need a fresh infusion

Yes, and more

Our scientists and doctors need your wisdom to advance against this wily invasion

Our healthcare workers need your strength and shielding in the fray

We all need your assistance, your divine provision

For every day, businesses are shut and jobs are lost

Our costs are soaring

Our children need tending

Our nerves need calming

As chaos threatens to engulf us

Please give us the peace you promise

Renew our trust in you and your great love for us

And fill us with compassion for our neighbours

Help us do what must be done to see that all of us get by

In this most troubling time

In Jesus’ name I pray this,

Amen and amen

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The Mystery of the God Man

The only unborn 

The creator and sustainer

The three-in-one ensconced in sweet community

Thought up this grand experiment of love

Brainstormed this big idea

Split the darkness, broke the silence, spoke the cosmos and it’s creatures into being

We, the creatures, once deceived, threw off our Father’s rule to follow our own will

And all seemed lost

But, The Holy God, the Spirit, filled up flesh in all his glory

The clockmaker took on the tick of time

The Word graced the page by entering the human story

And the origin of light

Laid bare the truth and made the shadows flee away

The sculptor morphed into clay

The good news wrapped itself in swaddling clothes

The wounded healer took on all our sickly woes

The gentle sage told us, showed us how to live

And the world watched in wonder

As the God Man strode the land

For we did not recognize him

We did not know the scent of our own breath

We did not know from whence we came

He came in love

To walk the lonesome road and hang upon the crooked tree 

To wash, with his own blood, the stain of sin

To sacrifice himself that, in believing, we may live with him eternally 

To battle death and win

To claim us as his children once again

To reunite us and invite us in

To glorious communion with our maker

Our risen Saviour

Reigning now and forever more

Hallelujah to the King of kings

Jesus Christ is Lord

 

Happy Easter! 🙂

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It’s Winter Appreciation Day!

Delicate, crystal fluff falling slowly

Wandering down, one by one, to blanket the earth in bright, white softness

Glitz clinging precariously to my wispy lashes

Spattering my cheeks with cold kisses

Dusting my shoulders with sparkly, wet confetti

Clumping up on the bottom of my clunky, winter boots

Making me feel as quiet as it looks

Hush, it says

It’s time for rest and wonder

 

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A Poem For Starters

It’s never too late to start over

No matter the day or the hour

To change one’s mind is not a crime

If something isn’t working

Then

It begs that one begin again

Barreling head long toward some lofty plan

Can mean the end of one’s self

rather than the end one intended to pursue

Start anew

Pause and ponder

Gain some fresh perspective at an intermediate juncture

Recognize and titter at your blunders

Take a new tact or commit to stay the course

For more effective progress can be realized in repose

And a thoughtful journey does a better outcome make

So

Stop

Take your time

Take a breath

Take a good, hard look

Take a break

It’s never too late to start over

 

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