Pardon Me

Shadow work to do now

Let’s face it — I didn’t care
I did, and then…I didn’t

I do — or it’s possible, I don’t

Tell me what you think, and don’t hold back

We can’t stay here forever
For fuck’s sake, why would we want to?

Who isn’t ready, at this point, for some great and epic adventure!

Who?

Tell me

This is my prayer, my petition
My pardon

Asking

What do you do with the gifts I give you
The blue flags and the cardinal view? 
Do you heal, whilst you love
Do you leave legacy?
Do you fly
Do you let Me guide you?

What do you do with the Fall Equinox
The waned moon and the amber days too?
Do you stir, undeterred
Do you walk with purpose?
Do you rise
Do you see My True Hue?

I have a loved one who introduced me to Jesus when I was 19. Where would I be without that fact, I shudder to think. If you know and love and have faith in the God of the Bible, the Creator of the Universe, I’m asking…please pray for the person God put in my path all those years ago.

I often do a prayer-filled writing meditation where I sit down and without a goal, simply watch and listen to what God literally sets in front of me. Today it was all of these things:

•lavender from my garden

•my son’s school notebook and science book

•the blue prayer flags in my window

•a cardinal landing in the tree inches in front of my face

•golden tall grasses around the edge of my yard

And then, God asked me to ask all of us this: What do you *do*with it all?

Ad Hominems

These times

Jackhammer & pow’r tool sounds

Rattl’ing windows

Prayer flags far too still

Birds just took their leave

Late morning already

And me not yet dressed for the day

Make me wonder

Are we getting any rain

Screaming Chicken

The wind will not rest

It’s simply will not

Nor shall the sun go down on your calamity

Unending prayers sent up
I, each eve’
Displacing your sleep

If you wonder when it will stop
When the quiet will find you
Come to me in courage
Screaming on your knees

To say goodbye

Dream Uncontained

A garden growing
Green as they get
Just for me somewhere

I cultivate from afar
Sunlight and truth, I send every day
Prayers pollinating good, good soil and seed

Evenings, my knees feel a joyful exhaustion
As I sleep, a Dream, rooted, yet uncontained, leans closer
Morning dew brings proof the weeds haven’t won

Will I reap?
Will the weeping wither, then fade from memory?
Watch with me

Ketchup

Every moment spent on edge
Feeling on the fringe
Shouting matches in our minds
Calm asks where we’ve been

Know there is a fix for this
Truly, there’s a path
Go to your knees, finally
Seek His face and ask