The frailty of the body when hurt or simply aging, is humbling, and astounding. Pride rises like a toddler’s mimicking the whole-bodied - “I did it!” proclaimed about what used to be easy. March 2021
The Frailty of the Body
The Voice
The voice that speaks what I don’t know that I know is deep and ironic, speaking aloud so I can hear what was hidden within me.
Night Window
Against the dark The darker mass of trees Outside the curtain and bamboo blinds Of my past. In bed awake, Watching the dark lighten And the trees hint at green. What happens In the new day?
Grace
A God that doesn’t have to be bribed or placated. A God whose womb I exist within. A God who died to know the pain of life,
If God …
If God is a question calling me, I evade but yearn to answer. If God is an answer, how can I live with what I can’t understand? If God is a promise I made under water can I hold my breath in the desert? If God is the whole and holy world, how can I birth myself within?
Pandemic Lament II
Time – a video
Marinating
Marinating in a sad mood, Searching for reasons, heavy and low.
Pandemic Lament, January 15
Wanting spring or the summertime lake, I mourn this pandemic winter. Netflix doesn’t solace, Zoom only teases, and constant craving defeats joy. I yearn for comforting news, for boring times, and a “normal” that will never return.
Sitting in Solitude
My tongue, seeking textures, tastes the flavours of lonesomeness. I must sit in solitude, my breath composed, awake and aware the space between our rough edges opens in quiet time alone softly present sweetly touched by grace..
Learning Living 