I have been staring at that door again, perhaps because people I know are lining up at it, reluctantly taking numbers. I cry when they pass through and are gone from sight forever. I’ve sat near the door, from time to time, keeping people company in their waiting— sensing, at times, a crowd of angels and loved ones pressing close, waiting with us, while we’ve read a psalm, held … [Read more...] about The Ancient Door

We were given rainbows on Saturday as we stood together on top of the hill. A gentle rain danced with the setting sun making shocking neon strobes of colored light rise up from our feet and arch in double ecstasy across the sky. Two separate, complete rainbows united in their celebration of hope. “Rainbows are a promise,” I whispered in your ear. Their westward feet were … [Read more...] about Promises

We are like children imagining we can capture God like sunlight in our mason jar— screwing the lid on just right holding our unique treasure tight oblivious of all the sunlight filling and spilling past our yard, running across fields, brightening meadow and trees, waking sleeping cities, dancing across vast seas. We are like children drawing a line in the dirt unconcerned we are … [Read more...] about Wrong Side of the Line

Wake us to your dream of us— to the lovers, grievers, healers you dream us to be. To the makers of beauty, the creators of peace. Wake us from the stupor of our hatred, divisions and greed. Wake us to your dream of us— seekers of justice, lovers of mercy, humbly walking with you. Wake us from fear and frenzy, to your dream of us— joyful servants, embracing neighbor and … [Read more...] about Wake Us

When storms rake paths of death. leaving lives uprooted and bereft, I have no power to save. When the sun beats hard—drying earth and air, creating death-by-thirst for everything, everywhere, I have no power to save. When powers-that-be oppress because of ethnicity and race, terrorizing communities, leaving people demoralized, debased, I have no power to save. When nations fight … [Read more...] about I Have No Power to Save

We are all so wounded and defended, and often unaware of all the ways we spin like tops— trying to control, jockeying for the best spot, managing our image, dressing up in judges’ robes, using words like weapons of war. When bruised or threatened by another’s spin I am tempted to fight, defend. But to knowingly strike back would make mine the greater crime. Help me, is all I … [Read more...] about So Broken

Was it you prompting me to go for a walk when I felt blocked by burdens I could not name? Was it you who wrapped me in the gentle warmth of summer’s early morning sun— opening my heart to pray blessings over each beloved one who came to mind? Was it you who lifted my eyes to the canopy of trees—and beyond— to the mountains rising up so nearby— awakening awe again? Was it … [Read more...] about Was It You?