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:
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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?
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
first outdoor run of spring
i was grateful to be at Citizens Park,
running the paths, navigating the melting ice--
the first outdoor run of the spring,
when everything, though muddy, is fresh.
to be able to breathe outdoor air,
to own the gift of respiration.
the natural rhythms of the body,
in coordination.
grateful for fresh outdoor air, for life, for health.
for the calm that follows the storm.
for the freshness that melts the ice.
for the exhilaration of being mobile and alive.
it seems more precious to me than ever
partly because of the
deliverance
from the constant recirculated air of winter.
because much of the season,
we were in
tight rooms
and long eternal hallways.
to have a taste of spring,
of raw fresh soil outside muddying my running shoes,
a burst of freshness that I don't take for granted,
at least not today.
thank You for recovery
and the relative peace after the blizzards.
the quiet picking up of our lives
and holding them up to the sunlight.
coming up for air
Hello again, friends.
Since last I posted, aeons ago, I've needed all my energy to help Corinne through a process which involves many tests and a major surgery. I'm happy to report she is on the mend and on her way to health.
Simultaneously, though, when Corinne was turning the corner, my mom, Pat Ferguson, was diagnosed with stage 4 aggressive cancer. As Corinne gained steam, my mom declined--heartbreakingly fast. Mom passed from earth to heaven a short time ago, and we celebrated her life in a memorial service this past Sunday.
It was so poignant to tell her life story as a family, each in turn telling a chapter. Singing the songs she loved, thanking God for her extraordinary life. And extraordinary it was. How blessed and graced we were to have her as our mom.
And how deep the void now where her shining presence was.
And how deep the void now where her shining presence was.
Only now, in the calm that follows the whirlwind, can I begin to post my thoughts and prayers again.
Only now do I begin to come out from my tunnel and see the daylight and feel my pulse normalize.
Now I get my bearings and look around like a groundhog coming out from hibernation.
Good morning sky.
Good morning melting snow.
Good morning spring rain.
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