Pillars

In this poem I reflect on Exodus 13:21, which is about how God guided the Israelites to their promised land: “By day the Lord went ahead of them in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so that they could travel by day or night.” Thousands of years later, God still guides us, showing us the way to life abundant for ourselves and the many people of the world.
 
God bless.

 

“Pillars”

This Fire in the desert night 
     Calls me,
        Stays me,
             Shows me.

The Clouds in the desert day 
      Lead me,
          Stop me,
              Guide me.

They are a ballet of flame and smoke.
       The more I watch them, the less form they have.
Just like when you stare at a painting until the colors blur,
          I see the fire spread and glow in places I had never looked before 
                and I see the clouds resting their shade over the people
         I have forgotten.

The form is a mystery, the call is clear.

 
 
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Wings Will Come: Journey – Part 2 “Shore”

When big change calls us unexpectedly, we have a choice to respond. In this second poem from my collection “Wings Will Come: Journey,” I reflected on a night that my father started to feel a call for a change in his life. It made me think of when Jesus called his disciples from their familiarity – and how they had a choice to take the leap of faith to join Him.
 
The story of God’s work in my life during upheaval of my family’s move will continue next week with the third poem in the collection.
 
God bless
 
 
“Shore”
Foreshadowing
 
I won’t forget that evening
in the yellow glow of the kitchen light
casual after-work conversation interrupted
as you stepped into the room and asked,
“What do you think about Tucson?”
We loved it, of course. It meant southwest
desert vacations, grandparent visits, good cooking,
and fond memories. You say, “I think I’m going
to move there.” Find a job and go.
We laugh. You’ve said that before, when
days are hard and long hours pile
on you with a backhoe.
Tonight, we entertain the idea. We toy with
what-if and wouldn’t that be and can you imagine?
It’s that moment on the shore when God calls
and you’re in your fishing boat, dragged down in the
daily muck, and you wonder: what if I go?
 
and then you do.
 
 
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The Fisherman

Hello everyone,
 
This poem is about the calling of the disciples. I focused on the story of Peter, found in the Gospel of Luke. Peter and his fellow fishermen hadn’t caught any fish all day, but when they listened to Jesus’ instructions, they suddenly had a huge catch. The miracle made Peter realize who Jesus was. I explored Peter’s internal reaction to the miracle and the call to follow Jesus.
 
God bless
 

“The Fisherman”
By Morgan Prettyman
Luke 5:1-11
 
at the word of a stranger
    I sail to the deep water
      that has done nothing for me all night
  but disappoint.
        my fine fishing nets hang empty, arms drag
     exhausted, shoulders sag.
 there is nothing here.  I will prove it
    to him. 
 
I do as he says and 
    cast the nets again.
but as I throw them over the side
   my heart
        plunges in shock at the weight
   of the unexpected catch,
      the unexpected understanding. 
I am in the net, flapping in and out
     of the water in surprise
         at my first breath of real air,
dying to my old world and
      rising up to the new.
hauling in the shaking nets,
   I turn to the stranger on my boat
and see the Fisherman 
     smiling at his catch.

 
 
 
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