Tag: prayer
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On different limbs.
I imagine RejectionBeing much like a treeWhose limbs sproutIn different directionsOfferingVarious secondary EmotionsWhose leavesCause furtherDisharmony. You’ve hung yourselfOn the branchThat says DepressionWhile I’m stuck On the oneLabelled Anger. I’m using every tool In my boxHack, hack, hacking AwayKnowing the fall Is fatal.Surely,We’d both be saferJust to climbBack down. But I’ll cling to my limbAnd you’ll hang from…
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Answered Prayers.
A Mother’s Day Reflection My son looks at a photo of three smiling faces and asks, “where was I?” The image is incomplete, he feels lost, when he was our missing piece. “You were still a dream,” I tell him. He smiles in reply, satisfied. This dream is real, it has fingers and limbs, a…
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I have.
I have been through the wildernessAnd waitedI have heard the small, still voiceI have had its peaceFill meI have been pulled from the miry clay I have been in the fireAnd I was not aloneI did not burnI was not consumed I have been temptedI have failedAnd I have been redeemed Set free by graceSet…
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Can it not be redeemed? Some thoughts on grief & shame.
It is funny, isn’t it, how events, dates or seasons in the calendar can be marked with a certain mood for us. How they become marred by the shadow of a specific experience. Birthdays for me have become a little bit this way. At first I thought, no birthdays with kids just hit different. And…
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What do you name your coffee machine? On Control, Surrender & Obedience.
I have been thinking a great deal about Hagar of late. The context for this is a little strange, I’ll admit, but bear with me (yes, I say that a lot). We are grateful to have wonderful cafes in our area. Including workers who take time to learn our name (more than some co-workers do!)…
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Blessed are the Mothers
(in the trenches) Blessed are the mothers in the trenches Those with a newbornWhose screaming faceThey are just getting to knowAnd yet, already, love completely, intimately – eternal.Blessed are the mothersUnfolding and cracked open Struggling to bloomEmpty stomachs, full arms, The messy bun solidified with dry shampooFor the fourth, fifth, tenth? Day in a row…
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What we carry – a poem for Holy Week
I sat down and started drafting this blog late in December. I think originally it was meant to be about the hope for a new year and all the glorious “new” that is to come. In early January, I revisited it and made some additions. After a holiday and the commencement of school (and real…
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A bit about Lent and the traditions that shape us.
There are some traditions we do just “to do them.” These traditions come with a form of expectancy and repetition, maybe without consideration of why. I suppose it would be fair to say that Lent might also be a little bit like this. If we are not careful, it rolls around in the calendar and…
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A Blessing for Teachers – on the end of a school year.
I started this morning on a high. I had finished my last official day at school, the glorious joys of being part-time. The year is not quite finished, with official celebrations remaining. Ahead of me was a day of my own crafting, children at school and work obligations complete. I was filled with the joy…
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Periphery – on feeling like you are on the outside.
A little while ago I went to an event for a friend of mine. It was absolutely lovely and gorgeous and it was so wonderful to be there and joining in the celebration. Part way through the day I looked around and wondered two things (1) how did I get a seat at this table?…
letters and lattes 