A Bridge (Elliot Taylor)
Ash Wednesday
Encountering Dangerous Beauty (Wendy Thompson)
God is crucified in Iraq today…
Is this the life I chose…
If I were to stand on the moon tonight (Wendy Thompson)
Moment in Time (Julie Currier)
No More the Silent Cry
Poems from Paige Miller
Poetry for Palm Sunday
The White Rose (Wendy Thompson)
Untitled (Martina Rutledge)
When all things melt away
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A Bridge I am a bridge, always standing strong….. But…temptation…my only opponent…… The tremor made to destroy my foundation….. And make me lean away from the clouds, and Crumble to the ground…..has plot my destruction. Faith…keeps me from falling…. It tells me that I am needed… And I must not give in……….. For if I …
Ash Wednesday I am not afraid to drive in the rain to church with the radio and me blasting Melissa Etheridge I am your passion, your promise, your end. I am not afraid to drive to church in the rain out of ashes and darkness into New life and wilderness I am not afraid to …
Encountering Dangerous Beauty Are you asleep in uninhabited salt sands, parched places of apathy, or are you agitated in desert wastelands ~ awake in the dark light where mystics stand, or do you slump in your usual Sunday pew? Are you asleep in uninhabited salt sands? Do you fill your life with privileges of every …
God is crucified in Iraq today Again God cried in the voices of thousands here, there, everywhere Pharaoh did not listen Cries for peace for God’s Shalom were silenced when the first missile was dropped on Baghdad I heard God crying out in the voices of the Iraqis in the voices of the whole world …
If I were to stand on the moon tonight what light would I see from Earth? Would it be strings of colored Christmas lights? Or streams of headlights racing to the mall for some last minute, hectic consumerism. Would it be the golden glow of childlike wonder? Or sparks of anger from the drunken lady …
Is this the life I chose or did it choose me? Is this all I know is true or is it just all I can see? Is this the sum of all I am or is there more to be? God, open my heart and mind, this is my Lenten plea.
Moment in Time Just a moment in time God made earth sky, water, trees, flowers animals, insects and air to breath, all just a moment in time Just a moment in time God made the moon hanging above the earth beautiful and bright ruler of the seas, light in the night but only just a …
No More the Silent Cry Trust the cloud of unknowing ~ an air of white-blue liberation. Stand wide in this urban morning, crowing! So what if you don’t know where you are going; sing any song, no more mute hesitation. Trust the cloud of unknowing, for you are the queen of all sowing that thin …
(Poems by Paige Miller, age 9) God is wonderful. God is great and God made everything. Everything you touch, smell, feel. Everything! Everything! God made everything you see from nature and the best thing that God made is you. Beautiful and Wonderful too. Nature Nature Nature Moon Stars Planets Nature Nature Nature What about the …
Poetry for Palm Sunday will I lay my cloak before you, when they arrest you on olive mountain, or pull it tighter around me, fading into the ranks of the deserters; will I shout ‘Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!’ when they parade you before the authorities, or will …
The White Rose for Sophie Scholl We have already forgotten Our people, shattered by their losses What Is – what is is not enough Night writing on walls is risky Our people, shattered by their losses but I am apolitical, a quiet activist Night writing on walls is risky enough when total war is the …
It is we who are called On these quiet star-filled nights When we sing and talk about peace History awaits On these quiet star-filled nights I hold out my heart to you History awaits Let us cross that golden bridge I hold out my heart to you Oh wounded, broken world Let us cross that …
When all things melt away can anything be more important than conversations with the Divine? on the path pay attention live, choose, saunter, Breathe. it is for me – For Me. the path winds, steep, uncomfortable attention remains, remains, saunter, breathe into conversations with the Divine.
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