Friday, September 18, 2015

Dear migraine,
Sometimes I have you
Sometimes I fake you
Because it is easier
For people to take you
As reason for staying at home all alone
Than the fact I'm depressed
And cannot face goin'
Out publicly having to put on a face
When all I prefer is my solitude place.
Dishonesty's easier
And maybe more kind
If they only think headache
And not ache of the mind.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Wash the suffering, oh,
Off my skin.
But let it trickle down deep within
Through my clay
My heart of stone,
To soften me and change my groan
Of pain in me
To heartfelt moan
Of sympathy
For all who suffer, all who hurt.
Trickle down pain until a mighty love
Takes root within my soil, my dirt,
My loam, my soul, and let it grow,
Watered by all I come to know.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

In a world unrehearsed
Look for the best
Expect the worst

I weep for the nameless
The knownless it seems.
God created gravity
But regrets it in her dreams
Of slow falling sparrows
In feathered tragic streams.
But keeps her eyes open
And takes it all in.
It pours out in tears.
I still think Love will win.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

I took a one night sabbatical and drove the two hours from the farm where we live to the small town of Gimli on the shore of Lake Winnipeg, with a lovely sandy beach and a lake that goes out into the distant horizon.

Not far from mustard seed,
I wait on the beach.
Pilgrim to Gimli.

If it's nothing I seek
I think I have found it,
And a cold wind as well.
Far off the white caps
Draw near but don't tell.
All they contribute
Is dashing themselves.

Today I take communion with the world,
you broken, bruised, and lovely thing.
We are soon to part, and I will go
where my road leads, and forget what I know;
forget this wholeness, lose this peace.
But there will have been
there will have been
this little moment
when the world and I
shared communion.