In Return

Often I find that I have to pause or look backwards to see the blessings God has sent my way, especially in times of change. Like the leper who was healed by Jesus and returned to say thank you (Luke 17:11-19), let us remember to go back and give praise for our blessings.

God bless

“In Return”

God, I have meant to send to you 
    so many words in prayer, but
they have gotten churned up and lost
           in the traction of busy days.

I return to You now to say:
        thank you.
like the ten lepers, each of us walks away
      ready for the next thing,
but the lesson is in the return:
     when we walk back over our
     rushed footsteps, we face You again
          waiting in the road. 

Lord, the blessings I have
      tumble around me, treasures 
I have not had the time to fully
     understand—but I know
     they are precious.

I carry the new gifts you’ve given me
     down the road again, with
     grace and gratitude:
                              I wear new skin.

 
 
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wings will come

In times of turmoil, I am comforted by the psalmist’s words: “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul….” (Psalm 23:2-3) Restoration sometimes comes through transformation.
 
God bless
 

“wings will come”
 
it is invasive and clings
    around me, a constant reminder.
trapped: changing and no way
      to chew free of bindings 
            I spun myself with wishes and choices
         that I never knew could lead here.
but in the gauzy darkness i
know the wings
    will come.
 
you have been hoping for your own day
         in the open 
     for even longer than I have.
I cannot see you anymore,
     but somewhere in your own cocoon
  you are growing colors like 
      Arizona sunsets
that are outlined with your bold resolve
     like an inked sketch of
     your future.
 
let’s meet in the air,
you and I.

 
 
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Threshold

Hello everyone,
This is a poem for all facing changes and transitions in their lives. We are told by Jesus Christ not to be concerned about the future (Matthew 6:25-34). When we focus on and value our present moments, even ones of change, I think we can see beauty where we are—or where we are headed.

God bless
 
“Threshold”
 
I face doorways with dread boiling hot and fierce in my bones, a primal fire.
Warily, I cross into the halls
beyond.
 
Trouble, joy, questions, answers, faith, and fear
cram the hallways and rooms I find.
my eyes miss the angels and stare
at the demons smirking at my feet.
 
Heart like a rocking ship, I set out,
and only when I reach
the threshold
do I know it is always
an entrance
and I am here before I ever took the time
to cherish what lay behind.
 
I have met too many doorways with fear.
it is time I forge forward with a weather eye,
just as ready to spot rainbows as storms.
 
 
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