a blessing to take what you need

The feeder is empty againand no one is claiming that the birds are greedyfor taking what they pleased. Look at how the fat, pink flowersare weighing the end of each branch,sucking nutrients into each velvet petal.How selfish. Nature hungers, takes and needs.God, why can’t I? Blessed are we, learning to take what we need.Sleeping past…

an Easter blessing

So, Jesus, wasn’t that illegalfor you to break the sealthe Roman guards put there?Bursting the bonds of death itselfto come again, larger than life?And was it wise to present yourselffirst to the women,so lowly in social standing their word meant nothing in court? And why did you keep appearing suddenlyto the huddled believersbehind locked doors…

a blessing for Palm Sunday

Jesus, from that mountainhigh among the olive trees,it would have been an easy walkdown to the city,to Jerusalem, which lay below. So why choose to make your wayon a donkey,on an everyday beast of burden,your feet almost dragging on the ground?And who are these people running, bending low,to spread their precious cloakson the road before…

for living without control

God, I come to you as I am.It is all I have, really.And the next one I’m conscious ofwill be the same.I can feel the way I move,moment to moment,without the comfort of “solutions.” It seems wild to me now how I imaginedany once-and-for-all cure for this,or a master plan to ensure thingswill work out.But,…

a blessing for when you don’t feel fulfilled anymore

God, I will wake up today and move,numbly,into each new hour. I will fill my lungs with the airof an undone, unfinished,never-before-seen day,entirely certain of how I will feelwhen it ends:tired.bored.unchanged. God, even my best efforts—my sacrificial love, my diligent work—don’t stir up anythinglike the rush of accomplishment.Whatever felt like meaningisn’t meaningful anymore.At least not…

a blessing for not your best self

God, I can’t tellwhich personI will be today:kind and loving,turn-the-other-cheek and I’ll-be-right-here,soft but strong.I will keep no record of wrongs. I might be someone else entirely:brittle and judgmental,I’m-taking-my-share andyou-deal-with-it-alone,hard but weak.I will keep every record, dammit. I am an accountant in this worldthat does not give me what I’m owed. God, these multiple selves, you…

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