I learned a long time ago that even a child can have dark spots, scorched places where
Love should have been
She writes to probe an old wound we share between us
A ghost who walks and spits and curses his proper Maker
What can I say?
What can I tell you that has not already transpired between us?
Only that God can tell a girl to go look
For her little sister (to play)
Then set the captives free
Any day–today
We
could skitter down the concrete spillway, slide unceremoniously into
This river, dying leaves catch in our hair
We suspect we know who burned the burlap wedding gown used to dress the
Wounded tree
no way the boy could
have mistaken the signs of our ministration
For kindling
Yet, all has been
Inexplicably paid
by The Burlap Bridegroom
Who takes the flames
Restores the river
Revives the tree
And fashions
wedding clothes
Out of light
Matthew 25:10,13 NIV
[10] “But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived…[13] “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.
In my grief I sit on a park bench with you, both of us just cartoon characters feeding pigeons when I turn to you and say, it’s going to get cold soon
Better find shelter.
Last time I call you darling
Birds fly across
Crane toward heaven,
still see/only shadows
As the crow flies
light flies faster
-sound far behind
But shadows, old friend
In cold pursuit
And you so sure you can
Outrun them
I have sometimes heard
The voice of God
remarkably salty
And full of fire
He is both
Placable and implacable in His anger
The first with sullen men
Then unsparing with his only Son
No siblings without the unendurable
No blind and lame set free
Without his blood for me
1 Corinthians 13:1 NIV
[1] If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
An old lady sits in the light-filled atrium, says there is a special place in Hell…a special place in Hell, there is a special place in Hell..there are bombs going off somewhere and she refuses to watch, she says she will not watch while behind her emphatic form, the nearly full moon slips its moorings and floats across the pierced blue sky.
Dear Scarlett Johansson,
Would you please 1. Read Woody Allen’s Wikipedia page 2. Comment on the number of time he has trucked out the trope of the teenage ingénue in his films and private life 3. Tell us more about how you assess his sexual relationships with these teenage girls (real and thinly fictional) and then
Ask yourself how old was Dylan when she was dragged into a rape story? Would you want that for your daughter? Would anyone?
Believe is a strong word.
With lasting consequences.
Luke 12:32-34 KJV
[32] Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. [33] Sell that ye have, and give alms; provide yourselves bags which wax not old, a treasure in the heavens that faileth not, where no thief approacheth, neither moth corrupteth. [34] For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
What would you tell a dying world? A lost child? Or the person who
Won-hands-down-the Complete Ass of the Decade Award?
You are my treasure
Because where my treasure is, my heart is also.
Yep, I know-who?
Bear with me.
Ten years ago we discovered that our adopted son had molested some of his siblings and their friends.
I went to my friend and asked him what I should do and he said,
The truth will set you free.
So I told people the truth
Church
Work
Neighbor
Community
Family
Truth
And most people stopped being our friends.
So not who, what
A good friend never leaves, never forsakes, never hides your sin, but doesn’t abandon.
Jesus is a good friend.
What is Love
What is justice
There were times we all faced this extreme solitude of the truth. People who had been out friends could not risk the chance that we were contagious.
But Jesus was always there, the sojourning older son, back from afar, standing on the other side of the street, in sight of the house, I-am-here-darling present with us
never alone because
What a friend we have in Jesus
Carrying Light 