Red moon

All this talk about the moon – why not?

Bright and round,

the moon lightens

the night darkness.

No where along

the sidewalk can

I escape the lights

of the cities. Yet

Your Light breaks

through the hazy sky.

From the heights,

blood-colored Moon,

you call to order the

stars to ponder

the heavy matters

of the night. Look

mercifully upon this

pilgrim and guide

my feet with your

dark light. Red

Moon, pouring

your life’s blood

upon all who

gaze, fill me with

the fire of courage

to walk on through

this dark night in

search of the Holy.
29-30 August 2015


Yesterday brought another tragic shooting at a Mississippi college.  When will we begin to have some serious conversations about violence and theological reflection on ways we followers of Christ might be at the forefront of change?  I don’t know about you, but I have had enough…





No more let guns kill.

No more let innocent lives

be lost in the acrid smoke

of powder and lead.




No more let words fly,

untouched by grace, 

sharpened by the tongues 

of hateful hearts.




No more let bombs drop.

Keeping peace is a charade

meant to make killing

and torture righteous.




No more let prisoners

die in the name of justice.

The needle and chair,

revenge legally executed.





No more death! No more war!

No more hateful words!

No more legal injustice!





23 July 2015

Healing a memory

Awakened by the phone,
mind in a coffee-less fog,
“Are you watching this?
A plane hit the
World Trade Center!”

Uncomprehending, I flip
on the TV. The mighty
tower standing, smoking –
until it collapses, killing many
under hate’s awful weight.

Our world has changed
much since that morning.
Suspicion, anger, revenge
have become constant
companions. Fears abides.

Yet, peace lies dormant
below the surface of our
hearts, waiting to emerge,
to break through the soil
of our fearful hearts.

Forgiving One, teach us
to forgive, teach us to love
those who hurt us, who
would destroy us. Help us
to forgive.  Let Your Peace
bloom in our hearts. Grow

it’s tendrils, stretch them
out into our world that they
may overtake our violence
and anger. Let Hope flower,
Your peace-filled Light shine.

11 September 2015

Curve ball

Feeling a bit low after my little injury, a friend reminded me that this was just a curve ball and that blessings might lie on the other side.  And today I am aware of many who have been thrown some very nasty curve balls in life.  And I thought of St. Paul.  I pray these words might bring comfort and hope.

“If God is for us, who can be against us?” (Romans 8.31)

No baseball pitcher can match the
nastiness of the curveballs life throws.
Just when I thought I had a good
read on things, a sense of rhythm
and timing, here comes the pitch.
I stand mesmerized as the ball moves
unpredictably leaving me off balance
neither swinging nor checking as the
ball slides past me.  The unexpected
in life is similar. We are caught by
the surprise call from our doctor, by
the policeman at our door, by the
middle of the night ringing of our phone.
Death, especially the tragic kind, steals
our breath. Chests tighten. Jaws clench.
Throbbing starts at the temples, then
moves to our foreheads, as we see
that loss is changing the world as we
have known it. The important becomes
unimportant. Plans fade away like smoke.
“Life is precious,” we say blithely. Yet,
only in face of death can we really see
the truth in those simple words. Through
the lens of dying we can see clearly
the life we’ve been given.  And it’s through
the Dark Night that we find the New Light
of the promised New Day where sorrow
still exists while Hope glows on the horizon.


7 September 2015

Being still

If I had a choice, being still

would not be an option.


In fact, pushing, increasing

my speed, is my preference.


But, the footing isn’t always

sure, the tumble can injure.


What’s left is slow stillness;

not by choice, but just because.


Plans fade in the fog of meds,

and a new awareness emerges.


I’ve been training for the race,

But it’s not as I had envisioned.


God has had another race in mind;

the reward is not medals, but eternity.


Sprints and squats cannot get me

fully ready for this joyful finish line.


Only failure, set backs, sorrow, death

can strengthen me to run the race,


persevering to the end, crossing the

line, not finishing, but beginning again.


6 September 2015