Come Rain

we watched the old man

Build his doohiggy in the yard

For a hundred years

We mocked 

his talk of “rain”

Unaltering our behavior

To the very end

Through the procession of paired creatures

Too quiet, too orderly, in hindsight 

No longer

surprised when he shuts up his wooden spaceship 

Seven day still

Then 

Come rain

Rise relentless river 

Through the rooms of our careless together

Drips, drops, seep, torrent, flood

words we coin

In the last moments of our lives

As the world entire

Recedes

The Crowd

Mark 6:32-33 (NIV)
So they went away by themselves in a boat to a solitary place. [33] But many who saw them leaving recognized them and ran on foot from all the towns and got there ahead of them.

Who would you run to meet?

Not amble or stroll: run.

2 Timothy

To me the New Testament is about Love. It should be called the love testament, the love contract, the love promise.

We are stuck in our mess! for thousands of years, centuries, decades, hours and minutes. Waiting for hope. Holding onto the idea of it. And then along comes this Guy! Different from the rest because He is safe. Safe like a shelter in the storm. Safe like a mother’s kiss. Safer than these things.

The Song of Solomon says that “love is as strong as death, but when Jesus shows up Love becomes stronger than death.

And who does He love?
You.