Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Sunday, March 25, 2012

march 25


the morning is new
the morning is new

what is it that makes me listen
to you
when you tell me to do things
i don't want to do

I am not a bird
and i will never 
know the sea
intimately

how did you 
breathe
this life
this consciousness into me?

Friday, March 23, 2012

March 23




look up
the sky
it once was filled with snow
swirling in our frozen faces
now we sit in open spaces
every night

I swear 
I swear
that i will be with you forever
the motel lights flickered when you
said 

the words
the words
they crumble in my mind
my icy boots would stumble 
on the glowing streets.

in july we'll know everything
it seems naive don't you think
but it's crazier not to believe

the water tastes like chlorine
in this small town where it never rains
and I dream of tambourines

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Soteriology

should i go back

and take the

bark canoe

from your

black beach

and sail it out

to sea


or should I fold

my paper napkin

at dinner

and just pretend

to float over

many oceans


have you heard of hades,

is that why you're here?

or have you heard of

North Korea and the

grey mush they serve with tea?


it makes me sick and I feel

my stomach churn to know that

what we need is a white crop

sense of urgency


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

March 21st


If you've started
please continue
keep me in your ways

If I've done wrong
in your own eyes
please forgive me by and by

If you guide me
I will follow
and take refuge in your arms

The ruthless man will pass away
in a blooming orchard on a hill
I know that you've been waiting for a while

I was young and now I'm old
I've never seen your brothers begging
scrounging change and sleeping on the street

Soon we'll lie in the land
tall swaying grass and sunny sand
keep the law of God in your heart

We've gotta plough and sow the seeds
praise the Lord and
lift Him on high

Wait for the Lord
and keep in his way.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

March 20th

Did you come from the chaos of darkness?

were you bathed in the void

or born in the river?

did the water send you

or were you already teaming with life?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

March 15th

you can tell by the wind

that isn't so cold,

the sagging slack line,

brown feathers floating-

we'll be ready soon

to leave the orchard

to roll back in the

smell of spring

to be caught in the

waiting

to catch the end of a smile

and cash in our dreams

for the dream of hope.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

March 13 (haiku)

Suddenly the snow
Appears on my windowsill.
Change can happen fast.

Monday, March 12, 2012

march 12th

John 1:1-5
I wanted to think more about this verse.
It's hard to create things in a day.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

march 11

it's too easy to go back to the

gates of the garden

it's too simple to get lost in

the honey flowing like rivers

we were all there when it happened

and still we are here

trying in vain to go back.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

March 10th

Thank you for the sun
The return of long golden
Streets of wheat to walk upon
We yawn out our excitement
Waking moon rises too
I hear the northern lights came south
It seems everything is alive tonight.

Friday, March 9, 2012

March 9th

The truth in the story

I realize no one can write,
after reading you
the maker of words
who chose to weave them
and leave them loose
in our hands.

March 3rd

Baptism
My mind curves more than the Clarkfork on high
12 months ago I was ready to die
but something in the water
changed my mind.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Go Further

February 23rd

One morning at Camp Bighorn, in Montana the leaders of our morning chapel instructed us to seek solitude and communion with the Lord. The sky was leaking snow when I walked to the river. At first my thoughts jumped as I made my way across the highway. "I'm listening, I'm listening" I repeated to regain my focus. I stopped when I reached the shore. I noticed a rock peeking out of the river that seemed a few hops out of my reach. “I’m listening" I thought. I thought about being still. The river moved past me and even the mountains were breathing but my eyes clung to the rock poking up out of the current.

"Go further", the thought was not my own. The God I'd been listening for was speaking. I looked at the rock, it seemed that I would slip and fall into the shallow river on my way there. I imagined explaining to my peers how I had managed to fall into such a low river, my soaking shoes and dripping denim leaving a trail of questions. "Go further" I heard. After a few moments of hesitation, I leapt over to the rock and balanced there in awe of my small accomplishment.

God was giving me a larger instruction when he said, "Go further". He did not say, "Go out farther to that rock" he simply said, "Go further". He also confronted me with the immediate challenge, to see if there was any action behind my trust. He gave me a glimpse of going further in my faith. God turned a small encounter into a profound lesson.