Advent #1, Brush of Winter

The Advent season reminds us of preparations for the birth of Jesus millennia ago and is also a time in which we reflect on welcoming him in the present. Those preparations also can remind us to open our hearts and lives to all God’s children, no matter our divisions and differences. In Jesus, I see hope for this outreach and healing.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 
 

“Brush of Winter”
 
I painted my eyes with winter to
      learn to see the song in swirling snow 
    and the heartbeat in the sleeping world 
beneath crystal stars. Anticipation
    places brushes of hope in our fingers and invites
    us to create a home of belonging.
Paint widely, my hand. See far, my eyes.
Here again is the reminder to 
     begin again in grace.

 
 
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Wings Will Come: Journey – Part 3 “Origami wings”

When my dad accepted a new job offer across the country last year, I learned to celebrate the journey even though I wasn’t the one embarking on it. It isn’t easy to do, but whether you are watching a loved one move, a child go to college, or parting ways for the final journey of all, I believe that in the Spirit’s grace and wisdom, we can find the strength to say our farewells with hope and love.
 
In this third poem from my collection “Wings Will Come: Journey,” I reflected on the day that my dad took his leap of faith, starting a whirlwind of events that I’ll continue to share next week with the fourth poem in the collection.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 
 

“Origami wings”
To Dad
 
the job offer is an origami crane
that can’t move,
a shelf ornament made in dreaming.
then, echoing through cool spring
air, I hear 
the wings move.
      you move.
 
I sit still, suddenly 
the shelf-sitter,
fragile as rice paper while you
take to the air and shake off
the dust.
shock flattens me.
I am a paper leaf, 
blank and white.
 
I want to fly with you,
I want to stay, want you
to stay,
but your wings are finally
moving and right now life
is what matters.
so I muster a breath of air
to lift you off:
Dad, that’s great!  
but weighing me down is
Daddy, I will miss you.

 
 
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God’s Heart

Hi everyone,
 
I’ve shared this poem before. It’s a reflection on just how vast God’s love for all of us is—it is far bigger than the limits we try to place on it. As my godmother reminded me this week: We’re all God’s children. May we all learn to not box in something so big and wonderful as His grace and love. It’s for everyone.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 
“God’s Heart”
 
I was looking for God’s heart
But it couldn’t be found
So I hopped aboard a boat
To search the whole world round.
It wasn’t on the ocean
Or beneath the wide blue sea
So I got aboard a train
To find where else that it might be.
I never saw a glimpse
Though I rode through many lands
So I took a plane into the sky
God once shaped with His own hands.
But it wasn’t in the sky
Just as it wasn’t in the sea
And it wasn’t on the land
So where could His heart be?
I tried looking in the stars
And even other galaxies
But though I searched for many years
I couldn’t seem to see
The heart that I was seeking
That heart of the Holy King
But then I got to thinking
Why I’d never found a thing.
It wasn’t that God’s heart was hiding
Or that it wasn’t there
It was that it was so big
It held the universe in its care.
I couldn’t begin to see it
Because it’s too big to see.
It’s grander than the heavens
The stars, the land, the seas.
My own heart is so small
I never realized it could be
That God’s heart’s big enough for all:
The whole world and you and me.
 
 
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