if plants could pray

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Lord, do you hear the corn?

parched leaves curl inward

desperate to conserve moisture

green tips point up, reaching

toward heaven’s hot expanse

in dry plea for relief

do i see small rain cloud form?

hear faint rumble of distant thunder?

oh, yes and amen

crops thank you in advance

faith grows greener

safe sanctuary

 

close restaurants
and coffee shops,
take away my chai
latte and stuffed crab,
hang the last TP rolls
from nearest tree, and
cancel church services

even if infected with
coronavirus at home
(my childhood home
was on corona street)
& quarantined, i will
yet have a sanctuary
for my heart to rest

within the soul’s home
found in Yahweh/God
whose name is breath;
i breathe His presence
as close as a heartbeat,
prayers whispered and
translated by the Spirit

forever and ever amen.

 

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new year meditation

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sabbath lament

In sympathy with families of Jewish victims at Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh

 

worshipers struck down—

husband/wife
brothers
doctor

how long, O Lord?

 

madman with weapons—

radicalized
paranoid
hateful

how long, O Lord?

 

anti-semitic violence—

old testament
middle ages
world war

how long, O Lord?

 

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“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted…”    (Psalm 34:18a)

 

 

blessing poems

Paul at dVerse suggested “blessing poems”.  Here are my thoughts…

At our wedding reception, a couple sang an Irish Blessing, which was later read at our second son & bride’s reception. (We’re not Irish but the sentiments are beautiful):

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At the end of a worship service, a pastor usually gives a blessing (benediction) such as:

The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace. (Numbers 6:24-26

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“Give blessing” and “say grace” are synonyms for prayer. At home, we fold our hands and close our eyes before meals to thank God for his provision. One prayer we taught our (young) children:

Thank you for the world so sweet, thank you for the food we eat,
Thank you for the birds that sing, thank you, God, for everything.

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Thinking about how we really need His blessing on our lives and on our world:

There’s no blessing without a blesser
left to ourselves, the “good” grows lesser
pretend we can fix it by wearing mask dressier
outside of God’s plan, our messes get messier
There’s just no blessing without a Blesser!

And finally…

 

May God bless
the poets
and
the prophets,
inspire them with
words worth
smithing
and
insight worth
pithing
may steel
words reveal
deepest darkness
shatter
false piety
and
scatter
hot light into
life’s mysterious
corners

amen.

 

 

 

can i pray for you?

 

Prayer is practicing the quiet presence of God.  It is crawling up into the lap of our abba – daddy and crying to hear him whisper comfort in our ear as he wraps us in his strong, everlasting arms.  Prayer is communion, connection, conversation; our privilege as children since Jesus opened door.  It may be a mighty wrestling, his will bending ours to grant a greater blessing than we can imagine.  In amazing love and grace, God invites us to pray and he initiates our prayers.  He wants us to come to him. In his presence, our brokenness begins to heal, our emptiness to fill. Prayer is relationship, not religion;  desire, not duty.  It is our lifeline; vital as breathing, inhale – exhale.  If we cannot pray?  Jesus intercedes, the Spirit groans and the family of God lifts us up, before his throne.

 

listen in silence

dew refreshes, green renews

spring rain for the soul

conflagration = heat + light

A quadrille (poem of 44 words) on De’s theme of “spark” at dVersePoets  


the

essence of

Love

broke into

this broken world

held hostage by

Fear

to cast it out:

let go and

Believe!

holy Fire

inflamed

disciples to

witness to Word

fearlessly;

now spark a

new reformation

of Body

as living organism

ignited by

Spirit’s

wildfire.

ephphatha: be opened

Prayer in “quadrille” form, exactly forty-four words…link to dVerse Poets


 

Open my hands

to receive extravagant grace

Open my ears

to hear shepherd’s voice

Open my eyes

to see beauty of narrow way

Open my mind

to know transforming truth

Open my mouth

to speak words of hope

Open my heart

to love courageously.

 


Jesus spoke “Ephphatha!” to deaf/mute man (see Mark 7:31-37)

national day of prayer

Prayer is raising our emptiness to be filled by His presence.

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“O Divine Master, grant
that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love. “ – St.Francis

Lord, i’m just one person
of little position or power,
disillusioned with politics,
wondering how to pray
for this nation and world;

where truth is trampled
justice twisted unjustly;
the violated commit violence,
the bullied become bullies
and sadness spills like rain.

as you offered Yourself
may i give myself fully
to love on your children,
feed the hungry souls,
visit the sick, sad, lonely,

beginning in my own home.

epiphany in unity

 

grant us clarity

our love’s beauty transparent

pray they may see you

 

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