Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

A Prayer of A Didymus

o lord
drive me from my
locked room of fear
to touch the scarred
flesh of the risen one
and so know again
that divine promises
are always kept
that even faith
that is small
is enough
and that
unbelief
does not
last
forever

it is simply
the first step
towards
grace
and
a life
lived
as a
revived
proclaimer
of the
good news

amen

Posted in Musings and Reflections

Compassionate Obedience in a Broken World

75 years ago today, pastor and theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer was executed by the Nazi regime for his opposition to its policies. (Historical Calendar https://goo.gl/TDME3p).

His seminal work, The Cost of Discipleship, is considered a theological classic in understanding the consequences of obedience to the suffering Christ. In these days of fear and suffering, anxiety and brokeness, I find comfort in his words. I offer them here in the hopes that you, dear reader, will find solace in them as well.

It is my hope as well that the words below will further inspire us to be a more gracious and compassionate people.

“We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or omit to do, and more in the light of what they suffer.”

“Judging others makes us blind, whereas love is illuminating. By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are.”

“There is nothing that can replace the absence of someone dear to us, and one should not even attempt to do so. One must simply hold out and endure it. At first that sounds very hard, but at the same time it is also a great comfort. For to the extent the emptiness truly remains unfilled one remains connected to the other person through it. It is wrong to say that God fills the emptiness. God in no way fills it but much more leaves it precisely unfilled and thus helps us preserve — even in pain — the authentic relationship. Further more, the more beautiful and full the remembrances, the more difficult the separation. But gratitude transforms the torment of memory into silent joy. One bears what was lovely in the past not as a thorn but as a precious gift deep within, a hidden treasure of which one can always be certain.”

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

In Cloistered Rooms of Trembling Sight

in days of shadow when the sun is bright and the wind is of ill
when all the world beneath the blight feels the fearful chill

in cloistered rooms of trembling sight we shelter from the kill
bodies bowed before the might as this plague works its will

be not dismayed o children of the light
while this tempest has its fill
the master of the day and the night
draws nigh and says
peace be still

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Encircled Cross on Painted Sky

encircled cross
encircling i
eastern sun
on painted sky

morning comes
to mourning eye
new day begun
from bitter night

encircled cross
encircling i
the risen one
draweth nigh

Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

Unbroken

I no longer wish to be unbroken.

Rather I seek to embrace my brokeness

in the hope that the Light will shine out through the cracks in my heart.

Posted in Musings and Reflections

Precedence Prescience Presence Day

a day of precedence
infused with presience
to contemplate the presence
of the king of kings and presidents

Posted in The Sunday Driver: Life in the Slow Lane

Two Christ Questions

Cleaning
I find notes
from earlier
spiritual direction
words faded
under a layer of dust
daily reminder
to be aware
of self and other
and the One
who is to be my guide
who having everything
became nothing
so that I could be
something
who having all
became a servant
to all

that too
is our call
this giving
and receiving
of Christ
our daily
communion

Posted in Songs and Spoken Word

Monday Monday Song 71 – Epiphany

Another restless night with dreams of discontent

Could it be my brokenness is heaven sent?

And all of my suffering doesn’t even come close to the suffering of the one who loves me most

Or the pain of a friend who will never mend waiting in a wheelchair for the end

Can I be the love that animates flesh and bone bright scars on my skin through which the light can be shown

And what I have lost can only be found in a love that is bigger than the hate that is all around

Who holds a child near in the shadows of fear waiting for another missle to appear

Another frozen day trying to fan the flame

Do I truly believe in the power of a name?

That can warm the coldest heart in the winter of the soul and breathe into a shattered world and make it whole

I don’t know but it goes to show that this is a love that will never let us go

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

X Marks the Spot

I was seeking a treasure in a strange place until I awoke from the dream

(That which is considered precious is not always what it seems).

Beware the shiny hook, (all that glitters isn’t gold),

For the pearl of great price is nothing less than your soul.