Prayer for those in pain

Hi everyone,
This poem is in response to the terrible shooting at the Columbia Mall in Maryland today. Prayers for everyone involved in this awful event and for all who are grieving from any loss – whatever the cause.
God bless,
“Prayer for those in pain”
for the senseless unbearable pain
freshly laid on your heart in
a red coat of agony,
I pray for God to send you
someone to lean on,
weep alongside you,
listen to you with love, and
hold you in these new, frightening
empty nights and days.
I pray for strength
in the people around you
to hold you up when your legs give way
and for them to have gentle hands
to cradle your broken soul.
I pray that amidst this grief
you know that supporting you,
your loved ones, and your lost ones
with boundless strength and love
are arms that never let go,
even though you may not see them
or feel them in this numbing storm.
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Hi everyone,
This poem was inspired by the endless, looping patterns of Celtic knots and the hope for unity that we celebrate on Martin Luther King Jr. Day. It is also a poem about the uplifting joy God’s presence brings to our lives, carrying us out of our closed, dim world into a place of vast and eternal grace.
It was also partly inspired by Ron DiCianni’s painting “Simeon’s Moment,” (2011) which appears as the cover art for the January/February 2014 issue of Upper Room, and his commentary on it inside the issue (page 2).
God bless,


     I soar on wings, 
     eagle-like, to my destination:
an open door of wide landscapes and
                          mountains wrapping around
                   lush meadows like
             cupped hands
                      carefully guarding 
                                         my safe haven 
      sitting in the shadow of bigger wings
      than mine, where 
             I find cool air to breathe and
             the constant, rhythmic beat
             of assurance— 
             the universe’s heart
             so close to my own, 
             giving it joy:
                 joy that soars high over expanding horizons to
open doors of wide landscapes and
       mountains singing of towering grace 
             beyond sight and sound and imagination,
                         off into galaxies and spinning around us
                    like a circle of dancers on fresh earth,
              moving fast as hummingbird wings
        as their hearts soar up and out to an
open door of wide landscapes and
         endless paths linked in a 
              mosaic spiral glittering with brilliant people
          from a billion places and perspectives
              standing together to lift songs, gifts, and praises
                    that pave streets of gold through 
an open door…

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Star Journey

Hi everyone,
I’m a little late posting this, but this poem reflects on the story of Epiphany (January 6), when we celebrate the arrival of the Magi. According to the Gospel of Matthew (Matthew 2:1-18), the Magi traveled almost 2 years to meet Jesus, led by nothing but a guiding star. These Magi, or “wise men,” showed dedication through what must have been a difficult and faith-challenging journey. It takes a lot of courage to follow a star in the sky to find a newborn King, but they made it there.
When he was older, Jesus told his disciples, “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you” (Matthew 7:7). This promise is so important to us whenever we struggle to find faith, especially in difficult days of grief, rejection, depression, and doubt. In times like these, think of the Magi. It was a long way through the desert, but they followed the guiding star to the newborn King Jesus. May we, too, keep seeking as they did.
God bless,
“Star Journey”
even if there is a star
marking where you are,
my pathway still lies through
flat dry waste and
mountainous dunes of
gritty pale rock and dust.
even though that star
never falters, never wavers,
never hides, my pathway still
stretches over years, and
my precious hope all but runs
even though that star
convinced me to leave everything
behind, my pathway still
splinters my resolve every
heavy step I take.
even though this star
comforts me at night, the desert’s
scorching day burns through my
ease of mind and sheds light on a
myriad questions.
nevertheless, I do not stop—
not for doubts, not for questions,
not for throbbing feet—
because even though this star
is taking me on the hardest
journey of my life,
I believe this star
marks the end of my desert road: that
precious place where
a Child of hope and redemption
beckons me to come.
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