Lighthouse Path

This is a poem to those who are grieving, and the many who surround and support them. Together, we will walk our way to God’s peace.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 

“Lighthouse Path”
 
You tuck your pain behind brave smiles
      like a shattered window behind a curtain.
I’ve been looking, but I haven’t found words for you.
      I stand nearby feeling like a lighthouse
with a broken lamp. Meanwhile, you’re
         out in the black bay where I can’t reach.
You will make it to shore in time, and I will
         meet you on the sand. I still won’t have words,
but I saw the path through the wilderness from up
          in the lighthouse, and I can walk
beside you on the way home.

 
 
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Offer of Prayer

May we embody prayer lives not only of saying words and requests to God, but also of action. This poem is dedicated to the amazing woman who has taught me what that looks like.
 
“Offer of Prayer”
 
She sees pain gnawing your heart
like a starving dog on a bone
without blood to give, just marrow
trying to hide from the teeth.
 
She offers you prayer
and you know she’s offered her heart.
She will spend moments saying words
to God for you but she will spend
as many and more holding your weeping
head in her arms, listening to your sorrow,
and speaking to you the poetry that is her wisdom.
 
She is the breath in the prayer,
living the words in a slow dance of love circling
around you in an embrace.
 
 
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Why I Write

Hello everyone,
 
I wrote this poem by request for a theme at church one week about the creative gifts of the congregation. I was asked to think about why I write poetry, and here is one answer.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 

“Why I write”
 
I write to 
      catch holy moments from the air
  like blowing seeds on the wind,
           to plant them on paper
                 and watch ink spread in spring leaves
                          every passersby can see.
 
I write to connect
        other wondering, doubting,
               aching people who are
                       waiting across a 
                          divide of silence,
                          unsure what to say
                                  anymore,
  to a truth and a love
       that lifts spirits with a healing song. 
 
I write to ask,
       to learn,
  to pray,
     and to seek
the Great and Holy Word 
        and leave a bookmark behind
so someone might read about
           who freed my heart.
 
Letters form my path
   forward, marking milestones,
mourning losses.
 
I write to 
    ask questions from my depths
to write out my doubts,
    face them.
 
I write to talk
    to God:
       a paper dialog where the Word
     meets the beginning words of a
            child learning. 
 
Into a canopy I can sit beneath
     and pray
I write to speak when my tongue fails me
      I write to ask questions,
           I write to sing simple silent joys.
I write to celebrate, mourn, 
      wonder, doubt, and grow.
I write to explore
      the Word so vast and intricate
that even a brush with its truth
        loosens fountains of letters
    from me.  
 
I write because we were born
        from the Word 
             and the Word is still speaking.

 
 
 
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