Shell begins cracking as from inside she scratches, it’s time to get out and that egg finally hatches. Free and damp with the shell shaken off, she’s fresh and hungry! Where is that feed trough? This world seems more beautiful than e’er she knew, that big yellow ball illumes the kindest of blue. That beautiful…
She lost all her memory in drops of misplaced keys forgotten bills a disconnected phone. Her makeup grew heavy. Pristine eyeliner, now charcoal cakes stacked on summer tan base, claret jacket, mauve sweater out of season. “You’ll need to wrap your neck now that it’s starting to turn cold, dear.” As we inch into April….
“If I hear, ‘You have such a pretty face’ one more time, I am going to scream. Really. It won’t matter who said it and it won’t matter where I am. I am simply going to scream.” Jemma cradled her old school, low tech, corded landline phone in the crook between her shoulder and cheek….
I stood surrounded by stone on all sides, elbow to elbow with others inside the small stone room. The pit. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it felt like to be in this dungeon alone, in complete darkness. I shuddered and opened them again. I didn’t want to experience what Jesus felt…
The pilgrim psalm, a cry of pleading, Hail the Lamb, soon bleeding. Hosanna! Save us! Blessed is he who has come. On a virginal colt, to Jerusalem mounted, costly redemption, carefully counted. Palm branches flutter, royalty shown to a King who stepped away from his throne. Hosanna! Save us! Blessed is he who has come. The…
Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, To the only wise God our Savior, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen (Jude 24 KJV, emphasis mine) Now to Him Who is able…
White Pine, Red Cedar Evergreen decked in strands of web separated by wind ushering in winter. Once summer’s home to spider’s fare of fly and flea now flown and barren blown down, a single hair of hoarfrost catching crystals. Sparkle, twinkle single thread newly adorned in celebratory refracted rays of holy light.
I always realized only in part as though through a glass darkly. But still I assumed I could grasp I could know I assumed. But now not disillusioned but in awe amazed on my knees on my face Who are you? Can you be known? You sent prophets sent a Son But still, assumptions filters,…
Courage whispered the autumn leaf He, born of spring’s budding hope commissioned for summer’s verdancy yet most glorious in decline Courage urged the autumn leaf As he, in trust and gratitude released his hold once, and for all surrendered into the wind and fell
It is time to draw near again To come home to You, to what is deep within me, and to those who gather around me To watch and to wait; to be open, to surrender, to accept To seek out peace, quietness, meditation, and prayer. For I will be encompassed, consumed As joy and pain…
After a day of rest, Thursday of Holy Week was a full, pivotal day in the life and death of Jesus. The Gospel of John summarizes the beginning of Holy Week in one chapter (John 12) but devotes five and a half chapters to Thursday. Jesus shared the Passover (the Last Supper) with His Disciples,…
(Adapted from a true story…) Yesterday, my neighbors had a baby. A baby girl. I’ve never seen a more beautiful child. That may not sound so amazing, but this family has been through… well… way too much. They had more than their share of problems. (I’m in awe of the dad, and the way he…
My name is Kaole. I live in a small village in southern Africa. I am the youngest girl in my family. I don’t remember my older brothers. They died before I was born. But my sister was around for a while. She was about 14 when she married and moved away. Death has always been…
(continued from A Child’s Loss: Part 1) My sister died on a Wednesday, I think. Not long after … her husband passed away. He died on a Wednesday, too. Isn’t that odd? Yes, death has always been a part of my life. I decided to leave my sister’s village and go back home to Mama’s….