Rabbi

This poem was inspired by the story of Zacchaeus, the short tax collector who climbed a tree to see Jesus in Luke 19:1-10. Sometimes we think we can see Jesus best from high above in the trees, when truly he is best seen in action among the people down below.
 
God bless
 

“Rabbi”
 
Rabbi, Rabbi,
     I listen to you from treetops,
          imagining myself a little closer
        to sky-soaring righteousness,
but my vantage point has made me
       the fool.
the classroom in the branches
        taught me desperation, how to cling to
twigs.
hundreds of hours of study and
       not a jot learned until
         You called me down to open
                   my home.
Rabbi, Rabbi,
      Your teaching is in the meal.

 
 
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Wings Will Come: Journey – Part 7 “False Bottom”

Too often we face challenges, realize we don’t have what it takes, and then cave. When my parents began the transition of moving to Arizona, leaving my brother and I behind, I learned that weakness is a window to God. We must learn to look past the glass and out in the vast world of His love beyond to find what we need to press on.
 
Next week, I continue the story of my family’s move and God’s goodness in the change in the eighth poem of my collection, “Wings Will Come: Journey.”
 
God bless
 

“False Bottom”
The weight of change
 
years, jobs, and classes
tugged us thin in places.
on the taut cloth falls
a stone.
crying in the car on the
way into work, I have to 
wonder if we have enough
in us for this.
 
       in the whirling spring and 
       summer months of that year
       you surprise me, God,
       with a lesson about us
       that I didn’t know I needed 
       to learn:
 
our strength was a 
false bottom.
You are the well
beneath us.
 
         It is now 
         that we learn
         to draw from it.

 
 
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Wings Will Come: Journey – Part 4 “For now”

My mom started packing as soon as my dad accepted the job offer that would take my parents and my grandfather across the country to Arizona. The transition from the old status quo of the house to “Box World” was a constant reminder of the change happening around me, and it retaught me a lesson I thought I’d known: the home with which God blessed me is not in the building, but in the people by whom I have always been surrounded with love and grace.
 
Next week, I continue the story of my family’s move and God’s goodness in the change in the fifth poem of my collection, “Wings Will Come: Journey.”
 
God bless
 
“For now”
To Mom
 
each time I step
into another room of the house,
another familiar piece is
missing. your hands move quickly,
snatching the clutter of knick-knacks
off shelves and tabletops. When I blink,
the statues and ornaments and little
pictures have vanished into packing paper
and cardboard boxes.
 
it is this piecemeal transition that tricks me.
I prop up yet on
my heart in an open locket I know
I’ll have to give away someday.
 
as the boxes pile higher over the furniture,
shadowing windows and the old ways,
I realize no knick-knack matters,
the boxes become the new familiar
because it is you and your love and
generosity that fill the house,
covering boxes and empty shelves.
you are still home
for now.
 
 
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