Posts Tagged ‘Life’

A time to Mourn

Remnants of dirty snow line the sidewalks, and the air is bitter cold as we gather in the stuffy warmth of the chapel. Candles are lit and prayers are lifted up for peace and comfort for those who mourn. The family is remembering the loss of a mother, daughter, sister years ago, but the wounds...

May 1st, 2013 | Essays, Featured | Read More

Rebirth Poem: Renewal

There is no new life Without the dying part There is no spring Without the winter The pulling off and falling In the ground To put off the one Put on the other The succumbing To Mother Earth’s embrace The dead leaves become A warm protecting blanket For the seed to sleep Its death softened For...

April 7th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Rebirth Poem: When it Comes, It’s Like a Death

When it comes, it’s like a death. Not necessarily like dying Something like the death of a loved one Filled with sorrow, regret, longing. But also hope that this is not the end That the hurting is done That all things have been made right And every sad thing has become untrue. Yet not quite like death,...

March 17th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Poetry Theme: Rebirth

Lawrence Alma-Tadema, Spring c.1894 Our second poetry exploration for 2013 will consider rebirth. Spring approaches. Dormant life eagerly anticipates its emergence into a fullness of green, bright, flourishing expression. The stillness before the flurry of growth is a perfect time to see the potentiality...

March 3rd, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Life is my religion

“Life is my religion” he said, As if I, Or anyone Would immediately understand. And if I did, I might agree Or even understand enough to disagree. Sometimes In the middle of the night I feel surges Of what feels like Infinite electricity, As if I am one with Every living creature Who has ever walked...

January 12th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

When Love Comes to Town (A Christmas Meditation)

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God . . . And the Word became flesh and lived among us (John 1:1-2, 14a). Or, as Eugene Peterson puts it, “The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood” (The Message). Eighteen years ago this...

December 25th, 2012 | Featured | Read More

The Eighth Day and the First Week (or The Mystery of Faith)

Eighth day First day of the new aeon Deniers, doubters, disillusioned Frightened, mistrustful Doors locked then Presence: “Peace be with you” and “Peace be with you” and Breath of life for the new aeon then (later) “I will not . . . ” Empirical data required then (silence) Eight days later [We’re...

October 28th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

Shades of Gray

I like the way I can see the places where my fingers repeatedly hit the keys on my keyboard. One swift stroke after another. Sometimes forceful. Sometimes hesitant. Always thoughtful. A testament to the work that I’ve done and yet to do. Just a slightly different shade of gray than when I took...

October 13th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

Backwards

I have lived an entire lifetime, but I will live two, two in reversed order, I will do and live my older life as if I were much younger, then when I lived the first half of my life as if I were much older, because now, in the second half of my life, I have found, that I am aging backwards.

September 23rd, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

Childrens’ Hospital Rotation

The call came in the middle of a busy night as we worked on a floppy baby with high fever, a croupy toddler whose breathing squeezed and squeaked, a pale adolescent transfusing due to leukemia bleeding. It was an anencephalic baby just born, unexpected, unwanted in a hospital across town, and she needed...

August 25th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More