Love Is Here (Easter Blessings)

Swirls of celebration make their way over the dusty road,a heart traveling in the center,a heart that stands for justice,flips the common story of wealth as King —this Love kneels at the feet of the traveler,this Love gently washes the grime away,this Love hovers over the lonely,this Love invites the one who never fit to a feast,this Love holds the space with love.On the day when violence comes to destroy,Love says, “I love you.”In this, everything changes.As Love rains down on those who have ears,they in turn,pour love over Love,wet the seeds of Love,sit vigil and wait untilone day, after…

Jesus 2020: Let Nations See Love (Again)

Do you know Him? Beloved OneSpirit formed, mother born, refugee child who crossed miles. Rules broken. Light BearerVisible speckles of light burst forthin the darkest of times. Hope given. Thirst QuencherCrystalline, living water wraps freelyaround walls of stone. Renewal found. Story WeaverA golden thread of Wisdom talestell the goodness of God. Love taught. Pilgrim FriendWalks the long road step by stepwith graceful gait. Presence held. Seeker of SolitudeMoves to quiet places to bewith Divine Love and fill. Peace sought. Lover of the LivingCelebrates children, honors women, notices fig trees. Inclusion modeled. Flamed by InjusticeTables flip with bold honesty to question…

Seconds Before Hallelujah

Hard days of grief press,pain not forgotten My Easter dress hangs limp in the closet. Messy hair, void of make-up, weary with remembrance Sleepy, I make my way into the kitchen. The tomb search begins,traces of light the intent I look for the rainbow everywhere. Gather remnants of colorto disguise the despair This is my urgent offering of love. Earth quakes a low moan,eyes well with tears (again) I never envisioned a scenario quite like this. Seconds are hours,heartbeat on high alert Death sensed in-between the robin’s song. Even as rose petals fan open, fear penetrates All I’ve believed seems…

A Dream of Her Own

Dear friends, May you have a blessed celebration as one year ends and another begins. Today, I’m sharing a painting and two poems with you. This painting began almost two years ago when I made the decision to move to the outer rim of the church after spending many years in leadership roles. This transition has been very difficult for me over the last two years and intentional painting has been a huge medicine that has helped me with my grief. Naturally, as the painting (and I) evolved, several poems were written as the painting shifted form. Recently, I realized…