Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
march 25
Friday, March 23, 2012
March 23
the sky
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
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
Monday, March 12, 2012
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
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
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Go Further
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.
