Sunday, May 9, 2021

Letting Go (for Mother's Day)

Letting Go

the sword promised Mary

is not hers alone but

belongs to every

mother to whom is

born a child of destiny

which is to say

all of them


having carried as part

of her body

of her very self

the tearing of birth

signals the beginning

of joyful travail which

is the only way to release

and endure - joy being

capacity for what is

only occasionally happy


and so the release

necessary to life begins

small and large losings

on the way to idealized launching

only to realize… 

the connection sustains

the losing persists and 

deepens and spreads


such is the destiny of

a child born turning

outward to a world

needing their unique

selves to share in its saving

and such is the promise of

a sword dividing a Son dying

a mother weeping but…

who would not finally

have it any other way.


He was not the only one

who needed joy to 

endure the cross to

endure the losses to

learn the multiplication

of such division. 

Saturday, April 3, 2021

Saturday Lament

 Saturday Lament - The Wait of Love


There is light that breaks through the

cracks created when the

weight of love the

wait of love

holds its place

in pain


when the last tear

is cried in the brokenness 

of loss become unbearable but 

which is still borne the 

wait of love

holds its place


when light fades so

completely that night

seems all there ever was

and all the terrors triumph the

wait of love

holds its place


when the last shovel full

of the dirt of burial thuds

into the hole of remains

hope dead and buried the

wait of love

holds its place


when the cracks created by 

the weight of love

begin to glow with the

promise of unimagined new the

wait of love

holds its place


love never fails

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

Lenten Lament #74

 Lenten Lament #74


a lonely place

browned over in last year’s harvest

whitened in the covering snows

of forced resting


life hidden so deep

the surface like death

brittle cold fragile

in the dark


wondering if life

is possible again

death seems so…

forever.


and then the

smallest sign of swell in the buds

the hint of fresh in the air

a flash of robin red against the dull

a hairline fracture in the mud

suggesting something 

pushing toward light

from darkened life


long nights give way

to equal light 

make way for this 

liminal moment of 

greening signaling 

life triumphs

again.


for those who wait

for those who watch

for those who remember

days of faithfulness

in nights of despair.

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Lenten Lament #130

 Lenten Lament - #130


My cry echoes 

bouncing back in my face

from the depths

mercy


Deeply aware 

no reason for

response no

rationale for

even hearing

except…


Remembering all

that disqualifies

that argues 

against but

is silenced

by forgiveness


And so…

i wait 

watching in 

deep echoing darkness 

for the hint of hope 

brightening the night


the darkness

sparking

with remembered

faithfulness with

hoped for 

forgiveness


i wait 

watching

intent on love 

gleaming in the

thin space 

depths 

met with 

mercy


more than a

watchman i

wait for the 

morning in 

mourning 

who can stand?


deep dark

wondering

can unfailing

love…

fail?

Wednesday, March 10, 2021

Lenten Lament - #13

Lenten Lament - #13

How long?

The question lingers

echoing back from

piled up disappointments

discarded dreams

the rubble of might have been


How long?

That it is asked

suggests

hope is not

dead

not quite

dead


How long?

Still a spark

remembered 

relationship 

a familiar face

wet with

shared tears


How long?

a statement

of stillness

of waiting

of longing

beyond the 

moment


How long?

trust emerges

from under the longing

and leads the praise

joy in a minor key


Your lovingkindness

experienced in

the moment

or not…

the only sufficient

answer.

Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Lenten Lament - #55

 Lenten Lament - #55 w. #22


You

familiar friend

Is it I


You

close companion

Is it I


You

sharing the cup

Is it I


You 

sharing the bread

Is it I


You

feet still damp

Is it I


You

Surely… not

sifted like wheat


You

Even if they…

i have prayed


You

Never would I

that faith not fail


You

failed familiar friend

return and

strengthen…

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Lenten Lament - #3

 Lenten Lament - #3


Hearing the voice

sketching

exposing mistrust

desiring

devouring the

created tree as if

as if…


now exposed

naked

ashamed

and hiding

from the one

who enables

goodness


Hearing the Voice

mirroring

exposing fear

hiding

clinging to the 

created tree as if

as if…


hoping not to

be seen

be noticed

be found


longing to

be seen

be noticed 

be found


by the One

who enables

goodness

and Who…

walks and

waits and

asks…


Where are you?