Fun stuff, touring the LA Arboretum
Lilly Green--Everything Changes in the Light
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
More Infidel Than Faithful
A word, a song, a poem, a picture…
My theological positions catch all the loose reasoning threads,
and I am satisfied,
maybe even smug,
that I have things all figured out—life and God all figured out.
But when my pain is greater than my doctrine
and my panic stronger than my syllogisms,
I feel more infidel than faithful.
more unsettled than sure.
When the press is great and the rescue far off, help me not to fail but fall—
fall into You.
Without this falling, I will free-fall and be lost.
To Fall Into You
Friday, September 27, 2013
It was a dark path, overgrown and weedy, and it stretched away to the distance as far as forever.
I said, “I trust You, Lord. Trust that when you said, ‘Walk’ You meant this path, this way.”
But even as I trusted, I saw helpers to the side, slightly hidden but still within reach. Youth reached out a hand of encouragement; and across the way, Vitality showed a hint of a smile. Time beckoned me on, and I was able to relax a little.
It was comforting that my trust had help—that I had resource and that I was not alone, not really. I mean, “I trust you, Lord, but I’m only human.”
I walked for miles, for years, comforted by my friends. They were my safety net when the going got arduous.
When my energy failed, Vitality gave me rest.
When responsibilities mounted and rained down on me in an unending stream, Youth gave me the will and the strength to fight on.
When unforeseen setbacks tripped me up and made me desperate for the progress lost, Time gave me years. And I trusted on.
I walked for miles, for years, and got comfortable in my buoyed trust.
Until today.
The road is narrower now. Though there is a glimmer way off in the distance, there is much ground to cover yet. And they are gone.
Where are the comforting friends that cheered me on from the sidelines, always with the assurance that trust has a buffer?
The trust is narrower now, and I find I must dig in with both hands and bloody heart. There is no Youth, no Vitality, and there is no Time. Only trust in You.
If I am to finish this course, faith intact, trust in You must be enough.
Was it enough before and I didn’t know it?
Is this stripping, this ripping, a surer place to be when the path still is dark and the way still so treacherous?
I will trust because it is all I have left, and perhaps this was the place I should have been all along.
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Friday, September 6, 2013
If the World Were Turned Upside-down
September 6, 2013
If the world were turned upside-down, I could walk on clouds, breathing crystalline vapor.
I could spin webs between my fingers of cool color and soft wind, exploring the ever-changing wonder of vapor.
I could dance free from cloud to cloud, hidden when chosen, visible at will. Unchained, untainted.
Soil and water would be almost out of sight, wisps of blue, green, and brown. I would imagine fanciful shapes in those far-off lands where dragons and angels would hold the same untouchable fascination. No fear.
If only the world were turned upside-down it might be finally upside-right.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
I Am Here
I am here;
do you see me?
Fingertip to fingertip in a world where alienation is the norm,
I press in and on, seeking like-minded, like-hearted.
I am here;
do you see me?
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Friday, August 23, 2013
There is a Different Way of Seeing
There is a different way of seeing.
A handicap spot, and you seem so able as I cluck my judging mental tongue. But I don’t see the pain and fatigue that chains your ankles to the ground, making even those few extra steps a burden.
When the inconsiderate one enters the exit instead of the entrance, I assume she is obtuse or disrespectful of other people’s space, but what I don’t see is the soul that is counting steps to see how many she can manage with the energy left and still finish all her errands.
You looked strong today, so in control. And what I didn’t see were the tears cupped at the edge of your frazzled and pained brain, ready to spill with the slightest jostle. What I didn’t see was the bathroom stall where tears fell and spirit sagged from a thoughtless word.
There is a different way of seeing.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Here's Your Happy Pill!
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