Blessed are we, the anxious,with eyes wide open to the lovely and the awful. Blessed are we, the aware,knowing that the only sane thing to do in such a worldis to admit the fear that sits in our peripheral vision. Blessed are we, the hopeful,eyes searching for the horizon,ready to meet the next miracle, the…
Wise men.They followed a star to where you lay,tiny king.Wonderfully ordinary in the soundsyou made,perfect in the way all babies are,but worshipped by important men,wise men bearing gifts,looking, searching, plotting trajectoriesand making plans that,once they were sure the signs were right,they’d follow. Blessed are we who are searching,looking for the signs,desiring above all the star,…
My world is spinning on the axisof a single thought:I should be living my best life now. Lord, other people are living their effortless, joyful, perfect lives.Why aren’t I? When I scroll social media,I see grinning faces teaching me, selling me,convincing me down to every atomof my not sufficiently moisturized skinthat I should be more….
Jesus, this is the great inversionI would not have knownhad you not appeared and made yourselfsmall. Jesus, I would have been satisfiedwith the God who moves mountainsand whose breath imparts lifebut who never cried in his mother’s arms. The world whispers to me aboutwhat must be done.About empires and war.About efficiency and strength,but there you…
Blessed are we who wait with bated breath,who wait for something new to be born—for new hope or new joy or new life.Blessed are we whose patience grows thinnerby the day. We who are tired of the world as it is—in all of its heartache and lossand hopelessness.We who want more.More hope. More joy. More…
God, we long for peace,but we have already drawn our blades.We are at war with each other,and within ourselves. Our world—the evidence of our folly—on full display.We waste away in quarries dug by our own hands. Oh, Jesus, come to us.Come suddenly, into the center of our deepest need.Come swiftly into the chaos of our…
God, these are darkening days,with little hope in sight.Help us in our fear and exhaustion.Anchor us in hope. Blessed are we with eyes opento see the accumulated suffering of danger,sickness, and loneliness,the injustice of racial oppression,the unimpeded greed and misuseof power, violence, intimidation,and use of dominance for its own sake, the mockery of truth,and disdain…
God, I am a shape-shifter.Hidden in plain sight.A great disappearing act. Every now and again,when I am spinning in a tornadoof other people’s needs and wants,I worry that if I stepped out of itto stand dumbfounded for a moment,my body would cast no shadow. God, I vanish.The unnecessary painand necessary needsof others feel durable. Measurable.God,…
Blessed are you who live here,this space between simple categories and easy answers. You who wonder why this is your life,why you got this diagnosis,or why you still struggle with infertility,or why you haven’t found your birth parents,or why you can’t kick the addictionor why your kids haven’t come home. Blessed are you who build…
Blessed are you for feeling the pull,that tug back toward a part of yourselfso easily ignored.Yourself at ease.Yourself in the flow.Yourself at play. Pain or boredom or business has sucked up all the energy.But wait. Aren’t you more than a crisis firefighter? Blessed are you when you relax.When you feel young againWhen you LAY THE…
God, we are heartbroken in the face of so much grief. What could we possibly call blessed? Could we try? Blessed are we who allow ourselves to feel it—the impossibilityof what was possible a second ago—the light decision, the casual stroll,the easy exchange and ordinary duty,a decent choice or a nothing one,the sweep of hours…
Blessed are we with eyes to see the person right in front of us,Not solely their faults or some future version of themselvesor the way they always do that thing that drives you nuts.But as poetry incarnate,as treasures to be beheld. Blessed are you who notice the light in their eyesor when that light dims.You…
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