Thursday, April 16, 2020


Thursday in Easter Week

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord, O my soul!
I will praise the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
Psalm 146:1

“What is at the top of your gratitude list?” my friend posts on social media. I sift through the past day and all my encounters. Phone calls, emails, zoom meetings. Facebook comments and replies. Text messages. Face time. All the ways communities persist in reaching out and gathering in. Each day calls for new abilities and offers outlets for creativity. And requires reconstructed responses for the aching need of so many.

And somewhere in the open space between need and purpose, grace keeps a tenacious hold. On this side of Easter, I grasp for joy as the women outside the empty tomb grasped the feet of the risen Christ.

At the top of my list today—my encounters with the enduring capacity to see and respond to goodness. Which can be nothing other than a sacred gift from the author of life.

Image by Susanne Jutzeler, suju-foto from Pixabay

Sunday, April 12, 2020


Easter Day

Let everything that has breath
praise the Lord.
Psalm 150:6

Earth shattering
the removal of the stone
to expose the empty tomb
emptied of sorrow
emptied of hate
emptied of death

emptied of that which it could not contain
joy which persists undaunted
life that cannot be quenched
love that fills every breath of creation
and calls to us, “Greetings!”

Alleluia, Christ is risen!

Saturday, April 11, 2020


Holy Saturday

You speak in my heart and say, “Seek my face.”
You face, Lord, will I seek.
Psalm 27:11

morning comes for the broken hearted
for the hopeful
for the grief-laden

morning comes for the trepidatious
the stretched thin
the determined

morning comes for the expectant
the heroic
the vulnerable

morning comes
to usher them
a step closer
to the face of love

Image by Raheel Shakeel from Pixabay

Friday, April 10, 2020

The brink

Good Friday

Our forebears put their trust in you
they trusted, and you delivered them.
Psalm 22:4

the cry in the garden
the howl in the night
the voice of denial

the fierce landscape awaits
the gift of love

Image by 3321704 from Pixabay

Thursday, April 9, 2020


Maundy Thursday

Teach me to do what pleases you, for you are my God;
let your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
Psalm 143:10

feet worn and weary

hardened from travel
through uncharted territory
with yet weight to bear

lifted into gentle hands
enfolded by compassion
cleansed of dust and heaviness

and set once again
on the path that saves

Image by JLB1988 from Pixabay

Wednesday, April 8, 2020


Wednesday in Holy Week

I am shaken by the noise of the enemy
and by the pressure of the wicked
Psalm 55:3

The wilderness is not empty
of threats
or of life

as salvation draws near
the enemy deploys a din, an uproar
anything to drown out
to cut off persistent hope

as if love could be overcome
by a taunt

Image by Michael Pollack from Pixabay

Tuesday, April 7, 2020


Tuesday in Holy Week

Depart from me, all evildoers,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
Psalm 6:8

it is no small thing
to give in
to give over

to give myself over
to the one who saves

the clamor of those who would distract me from the way
is silenced by the compassion
of the one who walks before me

the one who walks in sorrow
in order to meet me even there

the one who is
where true love is found