Save us, LORD,
from ourselves and
the unintended
consequences of -
provoked or unprovoked -
actions when we
simply cannot go on.
Give us strength
to ride the waves
of our striving
until we find our
True Home in You -
the Calmer of all our
distresses who hears
the thunder clap
then crash resounding
Above all the voices and noise
vying for our attention
May we hear - and follow -
only Yours.
- February 22, 2025
Transitional seasons are where I stay – in the not yet, but just gone in between – the border where one is just beyond view whatever direction I look.
It’s a life season – of life seasons – where the bouncy, bubbly of young adulthood borders the feel-it-in-the-morning ache of middle age. It’s just below the surface irritability from hormones that don’t quite work like they did.
It’s crawl out of my skin- or maybe slip out of my skin – sweats and heat that arises in my chest and finds their wet way to the ends of my hair. It’s achy muscles and taunt ligaments sending pulses of pain through my feet and up to my hips sometimes landing in the knuckles of my 3rd finger and thumb.
And then the moments of breezy forgetfulness. Where I am bouncing in the air, clapping my feet to the ground – making all the noises I can and feeling the flow of music run through my body as if we were one and the same.
I feel it in the joy of laughter over the odd beginnings of my younger self – feeling giddiness over a silly joke or the taste of sunshine that comes through frozen milk, eggs and sugar. I sense the lightness of not needing to be careful while staring down the rolling pin that cradles my arch.
I stride along the horizon’s curve, zigging and zagging between who I have been and who I am yet to be. But I am always, only present to the here, the now. Continuum, breath-by-breath, the constant transition defining us all.
- August 3, 2019, Writing Retreat
Burning muscles in
calves and thighs
the pinch in the knee
which ebbs away,
As my body submits
to shoes on pavement
running in spurts and
starts - to turn me
Over - a new leaf
vibrant green on
aged wood,
dark with time.
The woman made breeze
uplifting my mood,
setting my face to
smiling, my mouth to talk.
The wonder of grit
giving way to
Euphoria -
the spheres aligning.
How amazing a change
from the body,
To a body
lost in awe.
- February 24, 2025
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As small as a
mustard seed.
Yes, faith is
hard to find.
We believe, but
help,
our unbelief is
gargantuan.
- February 10, 2025
He (She?) saw a shadow;
The long January days
extending another 6 weeks.
Yet daffodils peek below
the deck, with a day
as warm as mid-March.
No prophet knows
the sum of it
but leans into hunches;
Feeling what may be
right – the limbic
firing of an ancient brain
Whispering of truth
currently scattered in a
universe of matter, waiting
To coalesce into a future
entity – vibrations already
syncing and swaying in harmony.
A shadow
seen
by the animal
within us all.
- February 2, 2025
How shall I explore?
By car on open roadways
Mouth dropped
Taking in a beauty too great
to hold in one lifetime?
Or maybe. . .
by settling in a city,
in a job, in a home
and "doing life" among
a people I do not understand?
Is exploration friendship -
where I find gems and vipers
by turning over, digging up
the hard surfaces of my soul?
Or maybe it is growing
Deeper in one square mile
Reaching higher into
the area's dimensionality -
MY dimensionality. . .
Open my eyes to SEE
the myriads of moments and
places and people and qualities
which beg to be explored.
- February 1, 2025
To see a bloom of an orchid and appreciate its intricacies.
To have a home.
To know the edge of a wood, the curve of a road, the way the sun travels in its courses through the year.
To hear a running creek, swollen with rain and trickling with drought.
To have a place where you feel loved.
Maybe. . . that’s everything
Simple pleasures
and days with gratitude
among people you love
in a place filled
with beauty and wonder.
We often wait to finish
what we start
until the end is close -
within sight and sound.
Whether inhabiting
physical space,
emotional landscapes
or deep soulful closings
Maybe energy increases
with felt finality and
a reckoning with all
which may be left undone.
- February 2025
"All Yours" the candy
wrapper said
As if I already possessed
Everything I need.
How radical
to NOT need because
I AM enough.
- February 17, 2025
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