Hey there friends...
Just wanted to let you know that I'm discontinuing this blog location. Corinne and I are creating a new website that we're excited about. But for now I'm blogging, posting poetry and thoughts, etc., on Facebook:
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Looking forward to seeing you there!
:-)
Greg
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Saturday, November 14, 2015
We among the living
Good morning Father God.
You must be weeping at what Your humans have done in Paris. What god are they worshiping who would demand that? What god is hungry for blood like that?
I think of the passage in scripture where You regretted having created humans when You saw how evil the deeds of man were (Genesis 6:5-7).
Regretted creating us. But wouldn't blow up the earth. Wouldn't erase it all. Out of compassion for what was still good, what humans would still be born. You couldn't remove the planet without ending humans who strove for the Good, for You. And that was too high a price to pay. You kept the planet. And so we get to be alive. But so do terrorists. Yet the scores who were killed in cold blood don't get to be alive.
What do we say about such things? They are unspeakable. But YOU are wonderful. To give us all life; to give us a shot at getting it right. What a mercy that is. You could have shut the globe down long ago-stopped the spinning. You could have ended Your anguish at what was happening before Your eyes. But You still believe in humanity enough to keep it going. Still. Amazing.
I'm glad to be among the living today. And I want to be a purveyor of the good and true and beautiful, and a describer of the sacred.
I can't do a thing to offset the horror of Paris. None of us can. But maybe we can pump something good into the world, something uplifting, something nourishing, something healing.
I want to do that.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Easter sky
good morning Lord!
it is a good morning
because you ARE
bells are rung all over the world.
in every church
for us to hear
loud and clear
We have hope.
the air is fresh--
feels like
Presence.
so much i don't understand
about loved ones lost
about life, disease, death,
the natural course of things.
but what is true rings every bell
YOU
EMERGED
ALIVE
now you gladly
gleefully
turn on the sunlight
over the winter wetlands
soon the green shoots will soar past the gray.
the birchbark will light up
the birds will swoop and sing
a blue patch of sky opens up wide
around the clouds--
a smile from the upper reaches.
So
we can live freely in deep rooted joy
knowing there is infinite life
beyond what we thought to be
a closed gray system.
the blue is above
always above
the gray
and today
it is breaking through.
the light shines in the darkness;
the darkness
has not
will not
can not
overcome it.
it is a good morning
because you ARE
bells are rung all over the world.
in every church
for us to hear
loud and clear
We have hope.
the air is fresh--
feels like
Presence.
so much i don't understand
about loved ones lost
about life, disease, death,
the natural course of things.
but what is true rings every bell
YOU
EMERGED
ALIVE
now you gladly
gleefully
turn on the sunlight
over the winter wetlands
soon the green shoots will soar past the gray.
the birchbark will light up
the birds will swoop and sing
a blue patch of sky opens up wide
around the clouds--
a smile from the upper reaches.
So
we can live freely in deep rooted joy
knowing there is infinite life
beyond what we thought to be
a closed gray system.
the blue is above
always above
the gray
and today
it is breaking through.
the light shines in the darkness;
the darkness
has not
will not
can not
overcome it.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Transforming Center - Good Friday
Every several months, I have an opportunity to sing at a Transforming Center event. The Transforming Center is an organization founded and led by author and spiritual director Ruth Haley Barton dedicated to the health of the spiritual lives of church leaders.
It’s refreshing to me, after so many years of singing to large crowds in huge rooms, to sing simply, usually without amplification, in a small space, with simple accompaniment, as souls are stilled and contemplative.
That chapel vibe draws me into the company of Jesus. I used to hang out in empty chapels and cathedrals when I could. This is the next best thing to that silence. It’s communal. It’s pure in so many ways.
So much that could distract is stripped away. It’s organic and without bells and whistles. It’s meditative and peace-inducing.
Especially on Good Friday. We walked around like a clump of pilgrims around the chapel, revisiting the Stations of the Cross. There were beautiful and simple iconic images representing Jesus' journey from his trial before Pilate, through the agonies of his walk to the cross, the horror of his crucifixion, and his death and burial. It's amazing how in that little space, with those images, I can imagine myself there.
Less is more. Less stimulation somehow results in more imagination, a more vivid picture. An ability to be more engaged and present. It's fascinating how that works.
Ahhhhh… grateful to be a part of something so simple and beautiful.
It’s refreshing to me, after so many years of singing to large crowds in huge rooms, to sing simply, usually without amplification, in a small space, with simple accompaniment, as souls are stilled and contemplative.
That chapel vibe draws me into the company of Jesus. I used to hang out in empty chapels and cathedrals when I could. This is the next best thing to that silence. It’s communal. It’s pure in so many ways.
So much that could distract is stripped away. It’s organic and without bells and whistles. It’s meditative and peace-inducing.
Especially on Good Friday. We walked around like a clump of pilgrims around the chapel, revisiting the Stations of the Cross. There were beautiful and simple iconic images representing Jesus' journey from his trial before Pilate, through the agonies of his walk to the cross, the horror of his crucifixion, and his death and burial. It's amazing how in that little space, with those images, I can imagine myself there.
Less is more. Less stimulation somehow results in more imagination, a more vivid picture. An ability to be more engaged and present. It's fascinating how that works.
Ahhhhh… grateful to be a part of something so simple and beautiful.
Monday, March 30, 2015
note to self
so...
self--
instructions for today:
breathe
breathe
and be happy inside
because your joy
is helpful
nutritious
and healing
to your loved ones
even
especially
when they suffer
and...
self:
trust
that our Helper is with us
at the ready when we need His immediate aid
and on the watch
even when we don't
self--
instructions for today:
breathe
breathe
and be happy inside
because your joy
is helpful
nutritious
and healing
to your loved ones
even
especially
when they suffer
and...
self:
trust
that our Helper is with us
at the ready when we need His immediate aid
and on the watch
even when we don't
Sunday, March 29, 2015
bird feeder prayer
God, good morning.
Aware God.
Giver
Universal
Cosmic
All-creating
All-encompassing
Creative God.
God of grandeur, God of detail.
Aware God.
Protective God.
God who sees.
God who loves.
Observant God.
Lighter of the spark.
God who rouses.
Patient...
but passionate God.
God of times and seasons.
Animator of the grand universal flow.
and in no less detail or attention,
the flow of the blood and hormones
of each soul--
homeless,
homeless,
deep in illness
prostitute, hardened criminal,
child with cerebral palsy.
me.
Shepherd of each little sheep.
each puppy.
each infant.
each bird that crowds around the feeder.
whose idea was it that we plant and load a feeder
with seed, or to give us a feeder?
behind all of it, it must have been
and still is
YOU.
Maybe we are to load the feeder daily
to remind ourselves that You care about
the least little sparrow.
and You feed them.
through us or not.
they will be cared for.
the eyes of all wait upon Thee
(whether they know it or not)
and You give everything in its proper time
Author of peace
Generator of joy.
Easer of sorrow
humble kneeler down to serve
foot washer.
God of mysteries
and unsolvable riddles
Keeper of secrets of the universe
God of the great engine room
that powers all orbits and movement of galaxies
seasons and heartbeats
climates in good order
and climates in disarray
the God of patience and repair.
of planets
ecosystems
countries
families
and
human bodies
souls
the eyes of all wait upon Thee
even though some turn away and cannot look
because Your light is too bright
God who reaches
exerts
feels
longs
moves
grieves
shouts
weeps
regrets
sighs
picks up the pieces
God who stoops down to serve
cleans and washes
salves, restores
rebuilds
renews seasons
souls
unbreaks hearts
restores pulse
normalizes breathing
God who established weather patterns
who heaves deep sighs when we mess with them
God who rebuilds after the disaster
God who closes down summer
eases us with autumn
hardens the ground and grays the skies in winter
wakes us in spring
You are beyond description
there are not enough days or terrabytes
to capture even a microbe of who You are to us.
so silence is often our preferred communication
wonder is in our brains
and thanks is in our humbled hearts
thanks.
Friday, March 20, 2015
click scribble
the light is rising
my eyes pry open
I sip the coffee
and begin to click the keys
in the early morning
on the keypad
there are no rules
I might flip over to pen and paper
to go deeper
a scribble of ink on a Moleskine
scrawling my heart out
opening a vein
click
scribble
click click
in return
YOU
open the doorway a crack
and I begin to sense You
in my instinct
on my radar
the space
the quiet of a lake
the woods
the desert
big sun
big sky
a deep night
a river alive
a rolling current
I reach
reach for You
wanting to go deeper
to get closer
to You
alive
not some cold distant version of You
packaged polished
and posted
on a billboard
but YOU
You with the bright sun
You with the big smile
and the unvarnished joy
unspun
running like the wind
coaxing me along
and then comes the calm
the calm
that rearranges my breath
the angels sing
and I don't want to move
still and open
to Your next word
from a world unknown
then the high pierce of my device alarm
shuts it all down
breaks it up
packs it up
back to earth
where the day
is already getting away
I close up
clean up
brush up
start up
and pull out
onto the pavement
while the holy mysteries
trail off in the rear view mirror
dissipating like dust
in my wake
see You tomorrow
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
breathing peace
Lord Jesus,
I know we are immensely precious to You.
I know nothing that happens in us or to us escapes Your notice or care.
Peace, be still.
The storm raged on the boat; You calmed it with those words.
You can do the same for the storms within us.
What if, upon breathing in, we think or say out loud,
Jesus
...and, breathing out, we think or say
Peace, be still.
Perhaps this creates some space in us for You to work.
It's an exercise to dissipate anxiety, yes, but most importantly, it's a prayer, and a potential healing moment.
It's a garden of peace and rest in our soul that we visit and revisit, when our breathing is connected to Your Spirit.
Jesus...(in breath)
Peace, be still...(out breath)
repeat as needed
So important a medicine...done slowly...
slowly...
The inhale is the taking in and asking:
Jesus...
The exhale is receiving and allowing Jesus to calm the storm within,
and give peace to our body and soul.
Peace, be still.
What a gift.
As available,
and as present,
as the air we breathe.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
snow through a new lens
gentle flurries float down with extraordinary grace
looks like God is sending a soothing salve
on to this inflamed earth
...or are they
tiny angel paratroopers?
every day, deliverances
large and small
we need them, each and all
looks like God is sending a soothing salve
on to this inflamed earth
...or are they
tiny angel paratroopers?
every day, deliverances
large and small
we need them, each and all
Sunday, November 9, 2014
you were made for this day
a wise friend blessed me with those six words. here's my take on what they might mean:
------------------
------------------
all that has gone before
every last crumb of your checkered past:
your first shot at life
victory marches
your upbringing
downbringing
your swings and missesvictory marches
your combat tooth and nail
failures on your face
your public mistakes
your scrambling
desolation
re-education
restoration
survival
and revival
and revival
all of them brought squarely into this moment
by Your Maker Himself
shaping you
with His powerful holy hand
into NOW
NOW
arising up from the dark soil of your life
arising up from the dark soil of your life
there emerges this
vibrant fruit
vibrant fruit
to be harvested
in ways you could never fathom
in your wildest imagination
you
were made
for this day.
were made
for this day.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
a moving day
sometimes
you get more of a lift
when you try to lift a piano
to help a friend to move
than when you play a piano
to try to
move a room
Monday, October 27, 2014
kneelers
sometimes
God
i feel like we should
God
i feel like we should
only sing
to
to
a few
at a time
over coffee on an open mic
or no mic at all
just human voice through the air
or no mic at all
just human voice through the air
or in a small chapel
with kneelers
with kneelers
kneelers
knees to floor
in a posture of dependency
speaking, singing,
whispering
one stumbling child
to another
knowing that
You are
closer than the air
and
we
are all
in the same aching need of You
You are
closer than the air
and
we
are all
in the same aching need of You
and that
none of us
can be anything of use
to this gasping world
none of us
can be anything of use
to this gasping world
until You breathe on us
calm our souls with Your touch
and lift our weary bodies up to serve
calm our souls with Your touch
and lift our weary bodies up to serve
and then
maybe
just maybe
we might be able to pull somebody
to safety
and maybe
just maybe
it will be
me
Saturday, October 25, 2014
focus
multitasking is dangerous.
it's not efficient;
it's doing everything a little bit worse.
a LOT worse.
it's putting others in harm's way, and I am the harm.
to be fully present as I walk through the world is not a trendy luxury.
it's discipline.
it's survival.
it's protecting others against the careless version of myself.
it's got to stop.
the mindlessness
the carelessness
the shoddy and the shabby
the kneejerk
preoccupied
asleep-at-the-switch thing.
life is a practice
not a reactive flailing headlong plow through the world with one headlight out
we each are given our body space on the planet
and a measure of free will
and the risk to others
that accompanies such a gift.
and what is asked in return…
before love
before accomplishment
before art
before anything…
is Focus.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
piano
So I couldn't figure out why this poem popped out yesterday morning. It was sunny, a summer day. I was feeling chipper...my piano is in good shape and I play it...you know....it's not really literal...not about me...
I realize that it's probably grief over my mom's passing coming out in verse. She brought music into the world, to so many people, into our family, into me.
I realize that it's probably grief over my mom's passing coming out in verse. She brought music into the world, to so many people, into our family, into me.
i stare at the keys
black and whites
they don't weep
and they don't speak
the fingers that used to create with a touch
are long long gone
and the silence
cries out
cries out
Friday, June 6, 2014
could we be one
Just found this in my journal--an entry from 2007… the question still remains...
could we be one
in some other universe
some other time
when all differences and antagonisms
are melted away in the heat of the light of the Son
when love rules
and we all bow low
and acknowledge the holy
and feel the breath of the Spirit
in each of us
regardless of distinctions
and adversarial positions
the old things are passed away
behold the new has come
and none of that matters
in the face of something so
brilliant
Thursday, May 22, 2014
more than You love the dawn
I see how You love the dawn
to life
turn the night into day
simmering up the heat and the light
until it is brought to perfection
I see the lights of the cars
tracking their way across my
field of vision
right to left on a smooth straight line
and I see how You get each
human inside
out of the bed in the morning to dwell in another day
I assume each one is lonely
and it may well be true
but You also work with each heart
from the inside out
from the outside in
as much as they will let you
to simmer up the warmth and the light
until they are brought to perfection
because You love each soul
more than You love the dawn
and You got me out of bed
this morning
left to right in an awkward
broken line
you work with my heart
from the inside out
from the outside in
to simmer up some light and some warmth
to soften and light my darkness
gradually
until I am brought to perfection
as much that is as I will let You
which is sometimes very little
but You keep on simmering me
because You love my soul
more than You love the dawn
that I stumble out of the bed to watch.
Thursday, May 8, 2014
what if i….
Hello good people! This is my second post of the spring. Spring came late, so are my posts, I guess. A song I wrote a long time ago came to mind this morning, and I feel like God brought it back into my consciousness. I see this reminder now as Jesus, my Teacher, with a twinkle in His eye, saying,
"There's a better way… it's right there in the words of the song I gave you so many years ago…remember? You and I have talked about this theme many times. More to learn here, my student, my child. Read it again."
"There's a better way… it's right there in the words of the song I gave you so many years ago…remember? You and I have talked about this theme many times. More to learn here, my student, my child. Read it again."
what
if I let go my grasp
of
all the things that raise me higher
what
if I gave my life
as
a gift
blessed
and broken
for
the poor of every kind
poor
as I am inside
would
there be less of me
would
I become a nobody
or
would I finally be
the
best of what you had in mind
for
me?
what
if I crucified all my pride
and
upward striving
put
an end to dreams of fame
bigger
things
and
social climbing
made
myself more teachable
reachable
invisible
would
there be less of me
would
I become a nobody
or
would I finally be
the
best of what you had in mind
for
me?
one
finger at a time
loosen
my hold on the pride that I cling to
then
walk me by the hand
lower
and lower
down
to the places You go
cause
I need to go with You
wherever
You take me to
what
if I had seen the way
You
endured humiliation
seen
You go so deathly low
to
secure my own salvation
how
could I then live a lie
pretending
I’m up here so high?
give
me the heart to see
how
You became a nobody
and
showed me the way to be
the
best of what You had in mind
the
rest of what You had in mind
the
best of what You had in mind for me
what
if I
crucified
all
my pride?
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