Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The Call of the Sun

Low-lying clouds freighted with rain move fast across the sky

Burdened with darkness

they move in the direction of the rising sun

Blessed, the sunlight begins to catch them and kiss them

pink, orange and gold added to their darkness

The dome under heaven is vast

ample room for all kinds of clouds

The sun calls them home, drawing them west

The sun never feels fear by the presence of these dark clouds

Instead it laughs and puts bows in their hair

It calls them to itself

makes shapes out of them for kid-minded folks to see,

ships and giraffes and dogs and great sky-lizards

As they journey toward the light,

the ripened darkness is shed abroad over the land

poured out as an offering of tears

giving life to all God’s creation

making glad the city of God

Friday, June 06, 2014

My Limits Are Fixed

My limits are fixed

By the care of another;

Though placed in love

The boundaries for life and living

There are gaps in the walls, holes in the fence

where arrows and cannon balls crashed through





Boundaries now feel to me like a cage

Like a child going without

Being kept from everything good

I fight and I kick




Bloodied fists, I crumble in shame and fear

The one who lavishes

Meets me in my lack

Kisses my forehead and wipes away the blood

He bids me follow Him

He shows me around

Teaches me to walk

Surprised by space within the limits

Slowly, I find that the boundaries are not a cage at all

No longer so small

Safety restored

I can breathe

Safe and sound

All that I need and more

Boundaries laid down

Limits lovingly set;

The sweet context of my life

The sweaty texture of grace in skin

Learning to be free when I don’t think I have enough

He’s got me, He told me

He’s got me, He told me

Double barreled burdens crush

Figuring out what is supposed to be

Working to bring it about;

Impotence exposed

Illusions shattered

Sadness ripened

Sufficiency drunk

Beauty lavished

Goodness tasted

Love lived