Poetry was the medium

“Poetry was the medium of their deepening love affair with God.”  -Calvin Miller, The Path of Celtic Prayer (39)

I am done

Christmas reminds me of
My last year's hopes and all I thought
Would be 
But is not yet and
The ache and grief 
of that.

I am done 
With what I thought faith 
Was
I am in doubt to who I have
Become
I am in debt with all that is 
Undone

All I thought would be different-- but still hasn't changed.
Being still
I still await.

A moment of worship after service, together

Light poured in like golden honey
Wrapped in radiance I bowed
Warmth of home, love
Belonging and family
Faith expectancy
I looked up toward flaming windows,
Each pane afirey brilliance
His presence surround,
Glory!

The body

Inhabiting

Dust, flesh of rust

Habit of forgetting 

Or regretting, 
Judged as less-than, sin-corrupted flesh

Punished, diminished

Pushing through until unraveling
Sabbath-less striving 
Restless contriving

I was made to love you 
IN

This body

(Exhale)
Now aware
To care, listen

Breathing with heart-pumping blood 

Spirit embodied mystery 

Flesh entombed history

Shaped to host the presence of God 

A Living Temple 
Holy Essence, bodily.

His timing

Do not resent the sky for changing
Do not begrudge time for not remaining still
The clouds are blown
                                   Your heart is known.
Let me see the beauty in change, let me trust His timing.

Faith and Doubt

Faith consists in the acceptance of doubts, the working through them, rather than the repression of them (38). -Madeline L'Engle, The Arm of the Starfish

Meeting Faith

A Christian is someone who knows one. If I have faith, it is because I have met faith, I have seen it in action (32). -Madeline L'Engle, The Arm of the Starfish