A poem of looking for signs of resurrection.
don't mind me I'm just looking for signs of resurrection little signs that the fallen still rise thistle puffs that float like ghosts carrying seeds in their long white hair a mournful dove calling to her mate the sun rising through darkened clouds these bearers of hope wrap their banners across my heart and stir the sleepy promises of spring like a memory just waiting to burst into life
I think we all need more little moments of peace every day.
There’s so much we can’t control. So much beyond our power to fix or change. We can only do the next right thing – and that looks different for each of us. But a moment of peace can bring the clarity we need for the next right thing. It can make a difference, that little moment.
We have to learn how to live life in the middle of chaos. We have to find a way to stay sane. We have to find a way to calm our emotions and stay centered so that we are prepared to do the hard work ahead of us. Otherwise we will burn out. We will be useless.
We become part of the problem when we don’t take the time to nurture ourselves.
I don’t have the answers to all of the problems in today’s world, but I do know the value of slowing down, taking a moment to breathe and re-center, taking time to reconnect with goodness, and light, and things that transcend the horror and anguish of this modern world.
Looking at clouds and smelling flowers will not solve political conflict, but that doesn’t mean there’s no place for it in a fallen world. We all need hope and courage as much as we need a plan of action.
May you find a way to allow the little things to bring you peace and refreshment. May you be fortified to act from a place of wisdom and purpose. And may you find a way to do the hard things with honor and love.
Go forth and conquer!
An Easter poem of love and resurrection.
and he laid down his life until it was covered with earth and he planted me deep in the tender flesh of his heart and as he rose from the ashes I burst forth from the soil and bloomed like a lily fragrant and full of new life
May you always be rooted in love.
I am a seed planted deep in your heart I am rooted in love for the heart of God is only love let my roots swell with your waters of life let me draw strength and security let your nourishment heal my limbs and cause me to bloom let the source of my strength be your love let my roots go deep and hold firm let me drink your living waters and flourish let me live again
This is a modern psalm about seeking the presence of God.
I wake up in the night empty in my soul looking for you but I cannot feel your presence "don't go by your feelings" they say but I want to sense you I want to perceive your indwelling what are feelings if not messengers from within pointing out what truly matters? I long to touch you to reach out and grasp your hand if an invisible God cannot be seen or felt how do I know you are there? my soul cries out for the living God impress yourself upon my heart emboss me with your design speak to me in the way I understand if I cannot see your face then let me feel your heartbeat and let me sense your presence let me know that you have not abandoned me let all your promises come true
How do you deal with sadness?
sometimes sadness rises through the walls of my chest I thought I had packed her safely away for another day but she unfolds herself and she gets her way flooding memories of all that was lost streaming images of bridges crossed I see sadness running like rivers through mountains sadness rushing like wild horses through valleys sadness flowing over rocks and glass sadness seeping through mud and sand sadness dripping through rain and pain sadness slipping through cracks and splinters sadness melting like a thousand winters the ceaseless movement through the walls of my chest cannot be folded and packed away cannot be ignored another day her music has a name this mournful melody wants to be acknowledged so she can be set free so I listen to her song and I call it by name Melancholy, I say and I watch her transform she's a thing with feathers rising from the ash and she gently flies away it's a new day
This is for all you treasure hunters – now is the time.
there is a treasure buried deep in the heart you must burrow into the abyss until you see a light or hear a voice or become wrapped in a gauze of answers ******************** when you hear a word resonating in the recesses of your soul the treasure is near ******************** you have been given power to receive this treasure so go now retrieve it now is the time
This is a haiku poem about being-ness.
some days we simply exist - as the minutes tick we touch "being-ness"
This is a story about a spring wedding, yes. But it’s also a story about life.
This month, my son and his wife are celebrating their two year wedding anniversary. They were married in March of 2021, on the spring equinox, a time of new beginnings, a time of new life. It was also right in the middle of one of the world’s worst pandemics, spawning, among other things, unprecedented global economic shutdowns and lockdowns. Businesses, schools, sporting events, large gatherings, graduations, funerals, and weddings were all affected.
Life is like that sometimes.
During their 2020 engagement period, our young couple was busy planning their dream wedding. Surely the COVID-19 restrictions would be lifted within a year, they thought. So they booked a venue.
The wedding would take place in the spring, near the home of the bride’s family, in New Orleans, Louisiana. The bride and groom would be surrounded by a huge group of their extended families and friends. It was to be hosted among the unique blend of music, flavor, and culture of world-renowned New Orleans. There would be a large bridal party and tons of events leading up to the big day. It was all richly romantic. Perfectly poetic.
But as the year 2020 counted down, the spread of COVID-19 ramped up, and the New Year 2021 began with more restrictions. The wedding venue could not accommodate the large guest list. Hard choices had to be made. The wedding was postponed. They were now looking into booking a winter wedding in December 2021.
Life is like that sometimes.
Dreams are derailed by forces beyond our control. Disappointments abound. Plan A fails. Plan B begins to crumble, and life itself becomes smaller, more isolated, less certain.
The dream wedding continued to unravel, and in the end, it boiled down to a party of 10 people: bride and groom, parents and grandparents, and sister of the bride, plus a violinist.
The wedding took place on the spring equinox of 2021 in a small garden at the Dallas Arboretum. The flowers were in bloom, and the bride floated down stone steps like a princess in a sparkling white gown, steadied by her father’s strong arm. The soft strains of the violin lifted all of us into a place above the brokenness of the world, a place infused with love and beauty, light and new life. Richly romantic. Perfectly poetic.
Life is like that sometimes.
And now as they celebrate two years of marriage, I can see how equipped they are to face life’s many challenges. The pandemic has officially ended, but the world is still not “normal.” There are lingering effects. Yet there is much to be celebrated. Sometimes small is beautiful. Sometimes love looks like sacrifice. Sometimes there is something bigger and more important waiting around the corner.
Life is like that sometimes.
Happy Anniversary, RJ and Natalie! May you have many more wonderful years together. And may your love always rise above your earthly circumstances, as you journey together through life.
My son got married this weekend to the most beautiful girl in the world, a princess actually, who stopped onlookers in their tracks as they witnessed flowers bursting into bloom when she walked by. Heaven itself beamed blessings and grace as my son's heart joined hers, fingers intertwined, lips breathing life into vows that reached the ears of the angels. Music danced to the beat of their hearts, and the promise of forever was sealed with a kiss. My son got married this weekend and I got the most beautiful daughter in the world, and my heart is still bursting.
the ground is soft and warm time keeps marching on nature awaits a burst of life but all I see is mud a seed lies underground buried in darkness deep its heart cracks open releasing new life but all I see is mud
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