Hope Re-Awakens a Poem for Advent 1B
Hope Re-Awakens a Poem for Advent 1B
Enjoy a stroll through an Advent night with this poem about Hope.
poetry
Unexpected Winter
This is a poem about winter coming early and so much more. May we all be aware of Creation’s yearnings.
For the Common Good: Thoughts on 1 Corinthians 12:1-11 and John 2:1-11
we are meant to sing the song of Creation
join our voices with the river, the soil, the trees
Timbrels at the Ready
They moved from enslavement to liberation
through a parted sea
across a wilderness
and a river.
Miram played her timbrel then.
They packed up what they could carry
while the blood of lambs dried on lintels
and God passed over.
Miram placed her timbrel then.
Observations from Ancient Words
The failure to recognize the obvious
always catches me by surprise.
Long, long ago Samuel told the people of God
that no good could come from the rule of kings.
They insisted on being like all other nations.
And along came the kings
who took their children for soldiers and servants,
their goods and grains for self-serving purposes.
Still, they did not learn.
A Poem for All Saints
Spiritual DNA Remembering those who have gone before me in faith honoring those who have died makes a complexity of sorrow and dreams If I could trace my spiritual lineage who would my ancestors be? I know the Irish Catholics would claim more than one Pope, Several priests, and countless nuns, and maybe a … Read More
The Backside of God: somewhere between prayer and poetry
The Backside of God This season rests heavily upon the earth pressed down on us with waves of sickness made unforgettable by loss of life, of livelihood, of loved ones, of safe harbor driven home by super storms swirling with ever-increasing force and wild fires devouring acre after acre letting scorched and scarred earth speak … Read More
A Conversation with Jesus
in a Roman stronghold, You asked your first disciples a seemingly simple questionyet You asked them to put their lives on the line for You their answers could be, should be treasonous to the ears of the Empire Who do you say that I am? a worthy question, even now, especially nowwe live in another Empire … Read More
Imago Dei in the Aftermath
Pandemic. Protests. Uprisings. Fires. Vigils. Agent Provocateurs. Militarized Police. White Supremacy. All of it right here where I live. Part of me has been overwhelmed by it all this week. Part of me is stuck in the horror of watching police officers kill George Floyd. Another part of me is stunned by the numbers of … Read More