Saturday, June 5, 2021

Reconnecting with Stumbling


First long bike ride of the season, 12 miles on the canal trail. Sometime in January I threw in the towel with healthy habits. The stress, worry, grief, and exhaustion of the pandemic were...well,  a lot. I continued to hold up hope, practice gratitude, and be kind to myself. And ate a lot of chocolate. And other yummy things. And sat around a lot. 

Starting June 1 (which also happened to be the date I was fully vaccinated), I committed to more healthy eating and being mindful of my physical well-being. This aging body is the only one I have. I share this because I know a lot of us struggle with physical, mental, and spiritual health. And sometimes clergy especially think we are immune to all sorts of things.

I expect I will regain some good habits and some health. And I expect, like any path I take, there will be ups and downs, detours, and unexpected curves. And, because I have learned a thing or two, I don’t expect perfection or success. I am simply enjoying this reconnection with a more wholesome and holy rhythm. 

Stumbling into the sacred; that’s how I role.

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Alleluia!

Easter Day

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




Who will roll away the stone?
When they looked up, 
they saw that the stone, 
which was very large, 
had already been rolled back


Who will roll away the stone?
look up
lift your head
open your eyes and see
there is nothing to bar you from the empty tomb
and the fullness of God’s love

Alleluia!
Christ is risen!


Saturday, April 3, 2021

Empty

Holy Saturday

Will you wonders be known in the dark?
or your righteousness in the country
where all is forgotten?
Psalm 88:13



weariness meets the morning
bright and fresh and sorrow laden

birds and blades of grass hold their breath
time forgets its path

emptiness fills creation
awaiting God’s miracle of love








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Friday, April 2, 2021

Final turn

Good Friday

For innumerable troubles have crowded upon me;
my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see;
they are more in number than the hairs of my head,
and my heart fails me.
Psalm 40:13



the path leads to a garden
and a betrayal

to the architecture of power
and frail human justice

through the streets of taunts
and the persistent presence of certain women

and finally empties out
        at the foot of the cross
where I am bereft



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Thursday, April 1, 2021

Costly

Maundy Thursday

When my spirit languishes within me,
you know my path.
Psalm 142:3


precious
a shared meal
with friends
close at hand
laughing and longing

sacred
offering to serve
to touch
to wipe clean the dust of the day
a tear-stained face

costly
a night of prayer
yearning for a different path
yet staying the course
choosing love

the hour is at hand



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Wednesday, March 31, 2021

every time

Wednesday in Holy Week
 
I am shaken by the noise of the enemy
and by the pressure of the wicked
Psalm 55:3



every time
every time I come to this juncture
I am caught off guard by the noise of the enemy

the sacred beauty of this path lulls me
into thinking
what?
that the enemy is not still present?

even now
my journey can be upended, unraveled

yet if ragged prayers
battered resolve
hope that has seen better days
are all I have
it is enough

I have been here before
and every time salvation comes
every time



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Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Turn

Tuesday in Holy Week

Turn, O Lord, and deliver me;
save me for your mercy’s sake.
Psalm 6:4


the way circles back again
turning in on itself

yet at every turn
mercy is there to greet me













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