“That was too short!“
I tell her that it would have been longer if
She had been quiet faster
Will you write another one if I am quiet? She asks
Hard to, nay impossible to,
Say no
Beautiful mockingbird
Origami daughters
Their hair ribbons of color and light like their mothers
Were-are-will be
“nothing shall be impossible”
Wind! Birds! Mockingbird! Mother!
He is
The wind that shakes the trees, lifts the wings
Heals the world
(John chapter 3–all of it!)
Like the scent of evocative perfume
The words lift across
the street of a town named for a long-shot Gospel writer
Words about finding love and fish in the oceans
Surprisingly geographically specific
Pacific Ocean…Indian Ocean
These similes for lost love
A thin, reedy, fearless voice
Neon lights
Somethings are lost in the now
Known only to the One who sees
The not yet the will be
Impossibles come true
One day we will all know
The words
Within days of the end of an era I lay beneath a cloudy night sky and drew faces from slow moving clouds and stars and planets
I resisted the urge to cup your face in my hand or bang the flats of my palms against the heavy plate glass of the cathedral
Yell your name
But I had to
Had to
Had to
Touch the hem of your garment
Pray you turn and say my name
He would be
A lovely boy who lived
Close to the frog pond
The tadpoles would catch glimpses
Of him through the refractory waters
Walking to and fro in the cool of the day
But could they trust their love? How could they ever measure up?
How many froglings does it take to amalgamate
A suitable consort for a King?
All of them with all their hearts
Eyes fixed skyward
To see his face and speak at last in the tongues of
Men and angels
I have not thought about the dark house in years.
There were roads not taken—a house in the woods, a beautiful Victorian with no yard, a dog-less condo.
When you are old you realize how much you did badly
So many regrets.
But not the landlady, not the note, not the conversation between the nice neighbor and the petulant four year old
Defiant on the roof of the porch when she should have been sleeping
Later, much later, she would sleep when she should have been
Defiant on the porch of the house
I pray the time machine prayer
Dear God, permeate the darkness, the loneliness, the horror, the nightmare, the hell the children went through
Let them sing in the courts of the Temple of God
Hosanna, hosanna in the highest!!
You have to see past the blood—your own and his
The stinging sweat and the jeering crowds
The voice in your own pounding brain
Nay, voices—
Saying that no king of anything could die like this
Alone and vulnerable in the dumpster fire of all
You have to focus on his eyes
What he sees and what is reflected in them
Love beyond measure/sky without end
And you must listen to his voice
Agony is too small a word for what he has done for us
The fire of the wrath of a holy God
Substitutionary Everything
Nothing left without Him.
https://lifehopeandtruth.com/prophecy/end-times/when-will-jesus-return/
Like a kid waiting for Christmas….
The spooky looking woman stood in the cold storage room of a thousand embryo banks
Wild-haired
Wild-eyed
Barely human
Trying to teach the little ones the answer-
Why should He let us in?
For God so
Loved the
World
That He gave
His One and Only
Begotten Son
That whosoever
Believes in Him (Yeshua)
Should not…
Perish…lose the ticket…be barred from admission…let go of his hand..forget his face…let their pride conquer Truth
But have Eternal Life
This was a long time ago
Four beautiful young women decided to go camping on a weekend in the spring. They drove to the hills of Virginia with a cooler full of food but no charcoal or lighter fluid.
They had not anticipated the crowds.
The only thing left was offsite camping
Grown ups took pity on them and gave them some properly grilled food when their firewood was green
They had set the tent up before dark but returned to it in the night
Prayer and a flashlight got them back to it in the dense spring woods
Once there, two slept easily
Confident the other two would
Stay alert for bears, and much worse, intruders in the dark
Carrying Light 