Category: Poetry

Dark is never as absolute as it seems.

Holy Saturday

I’ve spent some time today, reflecting on how the last few days of Holy Week have played out for my family. Before the glory of tomorrow, I wanted to think about how hope works in the darkness. “Holy Saturday” On Thursday, After I had washed the feet of my son...

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Coffins – A Poem About Community

I had a wonderful opportunity for a few years to come alongside some lovely gentlemen who were in the midst of a difficult and long rehabilitation program. When I was able to attend worship with them, I found their earnest need for each other and God so refreshing. These men...

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Collars – A Poem about Wholeness

As some of us head into weekends that are finally warm enough for time outside, I’m sharing a poem I wrote after a day of moving shrubberies (like a holy quest). We are so much more than the way we spend our time to make money. We are so much...

Who needs parents to read? Everyone for themselves.

I Forget

Remembering I used to attempt to force myself to be overly productive on Mondays. I felt, I guess, that now that the weekend was over and the worship had concluded I could get back to “work”. Now, I let myself sit and breathe a bit more on Mondays, recovering in...

Two Should Sit, Rock, and Talk

The Rocking Chair

Today is a cloudy day. My brain feels cloudy too. Because I’ve been raised on a good protestant work ethic, I know to abhor the cloudy brain, to force it into clarity so that I can get stuff done. But then I remember (because my wife reminded me) of some...

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This Too Shall Pass

As the snow has begun to melt and those stranded in the Birmingham area have begun to be able to return home, I was reminded of some flowers I saw last Spring. I had been driving through a gray day to visit someone when red flowers appeared in the median....

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Looking Up: Remembering Whose We Are

***Note: The poem and accompanying thoughts below are the very first blog post I ever wrote. I wrote it about three and half years ago and a few blogging attempts ago. I came across it as I was trying to clean up some files and decided to share it here....

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She Sits

On this dreary Monday, while I’m waiting on the rain to stop falling, I thought I’d share a poem I wrote last fall after observing a bird on a wire while I was walking to the hospital to visit a parishioner. Sometimes we all need a little help standing against...