Waves

a tugboat sailing on sea

The scent of white lilacs

on the lip of a tugboat still on the waves

catches me off-guard, reduces

the lines between

now and                          then

                           when love was too thinly

              defined, and I never knew

how the romance of wild things hung

on standing still.

There are memories that come back to us when we travel between Point A and Point B and we realize life compounds, works together, takes us forward on our own steam, and the steam of itself. We are travelers making choices, but also passengers learning lessons, people pausing to breathe in the air; the scented air that resolves the things we fear by reminding us of all we hold dear; whispering – love is always near.

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What Can Be Shaken

starry night sky over starry night

Ideologies scatter

like pixie dust in the face of a cold North wind—

as faith grows bold, moves into a house cleansed,

reduced through sorrow that came to visit,

but could not

did not stay forever

given the power of God

and his eternal, loving nature.

There’s so much shaking going on these days. Yikes. It’s hard to know how to respond, but respond we must, even in the quiet of our own homes. As we bow down, and choose to let the Lord lead, there’s this sense that things are happening that we can’t possibly explain and why would we try, in the moment, when the greater need is probably to be still. To take stock. To hold firm. And to release the failed ideologies that have proved less than solid; to build our lives instead on the Rock; the One that cannot be shaken.

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Seeking Guidance, now!

round silver colored wall clock

unprecedented times

foster a wide range of answers

doled out in fast succession, leaving little

room for humble inquiry that would take too much

time

as long as the need to know is now!

we can hardly expect genuine reflection to yield

its treasures, as compounded

as they are with the prayers and sacrifices

that have meant so much to so many, before now

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Contortions

woman in green long sleeved shirt

The overfed ego,

unable to squeeze in

enough room for others,

risks dying of loneliness

as much as its counterpart,

the ego malnourished, bereft,

surrounded by clients, not friends—

with a view of what it means to be

who they really are,

the prescription an artist—

not a butcher or candlestick maker—

might supply, if applied to

by a weary soul, ready to give up

on the fairy tale.

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Snares

down angle photography of red clouds and blue sky

the snares on the line are many and

rarely if ever humane—

if you fall into one, do not pause

to negotiate, or tell yourself the story

(over and over)

why someone might have set this trap

in the first place, this is not the time

to put yourself in anyone

else’s shoes; free yourself

run

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