A psalm for Shabbat...
Slow.
slow and sweet, like
honey.
like light.
like grace.
Shabbat comes
and my heart opens
like light
slow.
and I
breathe
Shabbat shalom to all I love and hold dear. <3 p="">3>
I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. I n the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy. If nothing else, I've learned to make a mean cup of coffee.
Friday, August 28, 2020
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Holy Ground
If I took off my shoes
on this holy ground
and walked the forever walk
and crossed the forever sea,
would it matter?
What ground is not holy?
What sea is not forever?
What journey does not bring me
closer to You?
Is there anywhere where You are not?
All the earth cries out Your name.
It is holy, as holy as this earth,
and forever as this sea.
Forever as this bush,
burning unconsumed,
unnoticed until it is not.
It is sweet forever fire.
It holds Your name.
It calls You close.
There is no place where You are not,
and every shoeless step
is a benediction, a psalm
to praise Your name.
on this holy ground
and walked the forever walk
and crossed the forever sea,
would it matter?
What ground is not holy?
What sea is not forever?
What journey does not bring me
closer to You?
Is there anywhere where You are not?
All the earth cries out Your name.
It is holy, as holy as this earth,
and forever as this sea.
Forever as this bush,
burning unconsumed,
unnoticed until it is not.
It is sweet forever fire.
It holds Your name.
It calls You close.
There is no place where You are not,
and every shoeless step
is a benediction, a psalm
to praise Your name.
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