Sunday, October 21, 2018

What I might say

It's a humbling thing to be called to sit in the pew.

I sit in church
Think about
I might say
If I stood
In the pulpit
An interesting exercise
I think
You forgot
To mention
As if
Any one preacher
Has the end-all
The be-all
Of sermons.
As if
Has the exact right thing
To say
Each of us
Trips over
Her own words
His own words
All the time.

Saturday, October 20, 2018

Hot to drink

In memory of my pastoral care professor, Bob Carlson, in seminary.

Would you like something
Hot to drink:
Hold the cup
In your hands
So your fingers
Come alive
In the warmth?
Hot to drink
So your stomach
Says hello
To the warmth
And there is an endless
An opening only warmth
Can bring.

Thursday, October 18, 2018

All that sparkles

All that sparkles IS gold, I tell you...It is.

All that sparkles
Is gold.
Do you see?
The gold in the cracks
The gold
In the sky
The gold
In the lawn
Between the blades
Of grass?
All that sparkles
Is gold
The light
In the person's eyes
We encounter
On the sidewalk
Any gold we mention
To another
Do you see
What I see?
All that sparkles
Is gold.

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Web page

New project

I browse pictures.
A web page
Is a different beast.
Not mythical.
Who are you?
What's the point?
Will we work well
I can do this.
A web page
Is a different creature.

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Seismic shift

Waiting for the earth to split.

When the earth
It depends which side
One stands on.
It is only
Until the settling comes,
The rubble clears
The skies blue,
The volcanoes
The lava hardens.
When the earth splits
It depends
It all depends
Where the rubble lands
The rivers flow
North or South
East or West.
When the earth splits
It all depends.

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Don't they know?

The wisdom of a five year old. Let's go back and tell them.

Hail Mary
We sat in vigil
With others
She five
Her mom.
Mary was called upon
Over and over
Five years old
Did not understand
Hail Mary
The prayer
Came again.
We drove home
What's all this
About Mary?
She asked
Don't they know
About Jesus?
Don't they know?
We need to go back
Tell them.

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Driver stories

More driver adventures. The driver who feeds me wants to make sure I eat. He also drove carefully so I didn't spill the coffee.

Last week
One driver
Asked me
For a blessing
For him
And his son
I gave it.
Took a different way home
So he could feed me
Onion strings
And coffee.
Eat them now
He said
They are only good