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Friday, March 16, 2012
Lent 21
"The one who made the Pleiades and Orion, the dawn and the darkness:
the LORD is his name!" (Amos 5:8)
The one who paints pinstripes on the underside of hemlock needles:
the ARTIST is his name!
The one who pushes up a dandelion through the sidewalk crack:
DETERMINED LIFE is his name!
The one who styles the clouds into swirls and ripples and mountains:
SPLENDID DESIGNER is his name!
The one who dares to swim alongside Gigantactis in the deep sea:
WILD ADVENTURER is his name!
The one who entices the sycamore to shed its skin and reach skyward:
NATURE'S CONFIDENCE is his name!
The one who returns the sun's light to the moon after its waning:
FAITHFUL RESTORATION is his name!
The one who can recount the history of each grain of beach sand:
LOVING AWARENESS is his name!
The one who seeks each crayfish hiding in the still pools of streams:
CURIOUS CHILD is his name!
the LORD is his name!" (Amos 5:8)
The one who paints pinstripes on the underside of hemlock needles:
the ARTIST is his name!
The one who pushes up a dandelion through the sidewalk crack:
DETERMINED LIFE is his name!
The one who styles the clouds into swirls and ripples and mountains:
SPLENDID DESIGNER is his name!
The one who dares to swim alongside Gigantactis in the deep sea:
WILD ADVENTURER is his name!
The one who entices the sycamore to shed its skin and reach skyward:
NATURE'S CONFIDENCE is his name!
The one who returns the sun's light to the moon after its waning:
FAITHFUL RESTORATION is his name!
The one who can recount the history of each grain of beach sand:
LOVING AWARENESS is his name!
The one who seeks each crayfish hiding in the still pools of streams:
CURIOUS CHILD is his name!
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Lent 20
Pick the scab
Press the bruise
Gawk at the news
Stare at the bronze serpent
Replay the scenes of our mistakes
How long will we remain fascinated by our own woundedness,
as if our ability to trip and bleed, our inclination to war and rage,
are new discoveries that lend credibility to the theory of our humanity?
Let me just break
without the shame,
Fall down without
anyone clucking,
Err and move on,
Look in the mirror
and be at peace.
I am limited; I keep
reciting this truth to myself
as often as the sun rises and the moon fades.
O God, let me claim a sabbath from self-guilt
and graciously accept these scars of humanity.
Press the bruise
Gawk at the news
Stare at the bronze serpent
Replay the scenes of our mistakes
How long will we remain fascinated by our own woundedness,
as if our ability to trip and bleed, our inclination to war and rage,
are new discoveries that lend credibility to the theory of our humanity?
Let me just break
without the shame,
Fall down without
anyone clucking,
Err and move on,
Look in the mirror
and be at peace.
I am limited; I keep
reciting this truth to myself
as often as the sun rises and the moon fades.
O God, let me claim a sabbath from self-guilt
and graciously accept these scars of humanity.
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