i give up

i turned left at the highway and walked into the desert. an act of choice, both of courage and of cowardice. i am kept alive not by searching for the oasis but by not being able to deny I am alone thirsty broken i give up believing otherwise i give up the mirage that falsely…

battle-scarred

battle-scarred and tired we watch you lift yourself again into the hardness of today the cliches sit on the edge of our tongue left unspoken in respect for their futility and your new hard won wisdom hold tight we whisper a prayer for ourselves as much as you hold tight

we leave today going into a future as yet unmapped take faith with you as you go; into the parts of your life not yet travelled by love into the parts of the world unexplored by grace let compassion and hope be the roads that you follow today and always amen.

remembering

a prayer for those today for whom faith is not a choice either because it has been ripped from them by life or because they could not have life without it and a prayer for me in my self indulgent whimsical flippant wonderings, that i will not forget.

Today we find ourselves in a world where the inevitable no longer seems sure, and we wonder what else is made possible because of the resurrection: what walls will be broken and what darkness will be destroyed; what death will be shown for what it is: the possibility for love to come again.

i do love a map metaphor…

you were the paper on which my life’s map was drawn the contours of my life the topography and the landmarks on my horizon found their shape on you i knew my north by the compass imprinted on your skin and though i know i’ve walked this road before it’s now strangely un-navigable unfamiliar unbelievable…

And so love is unstoppable even by death, life is not destroyed by having been through hell, and light does not stay smothered by the darkest of nights. We are not people of fear anymore. We know now how this story ends…

spirit: maker of chaos resister of order she who takes on the world – breathe. wreak havoc in complacency upturn smugness and self satisfaction defy authorities that deflate challenge all powers that squeeze the hope out of your people and your church and breathe life back in to a world gasping. breathe, spirit. breathe.

a prayer tonight for those who are holding the promise of new life (of whatever kind) inside them tiny cells and a heartbeat, a barely formed idea, a story still yet without words holding already a fingerprint and a soul, unique and unrepeatable a beginning too early to speak of as if the telling –…