Longing For an Ambush

In the corner looking out

beyond the sharp edge of light

there is a darkness waiting to

dilate my senses and sensibilities.


For it was out of the utter black

a word of brightness spoke.

Help me not be afraid

of the basement steps.


The creaking undertones

splaying the anticipation of ambush.

The longing for a surprise attack

that cuts to the spiritual core


of what was behind and before,

with room enough for the I Am.

A fear and afraid melded

into the corner of where I was.

Twelve Minutes on Color

It is the contrast in color which illuminates autumn. Looking at one tree’s vibrant blushing brightens my imagination and appreciation of God’s artwork in the midst of the work of transformation. When I pan back and take in a bigger frame of color against color a greater wonder fills me.

We live on hill, and from the back deck a valley of autumn’s attitude can be taken in. We moved here five years ago this month, and we are grateful for the view.

It makes me think of the possibility of unity in diversity. God must believe it too, with this big fat metaphor of fall. This one line of poetry, the tree line, gets me thankful, thankful for my eyes.

Outta time.

Twelve Minutes on Hope

Hey, I found that “Hope” chapter, because I found my beat up copy of Mere Christianity while cleaning my disaster of an office.

“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity on Hope.

Desire, emotions, and feeling things have been suspect of late. I doubt my feelings and pin my desires behind my back as it were, wondering if they will betray me. I put hope in that category too. Hope isn’t an emotion, but it can keep emotions somewhat awake, don’t you think?

This world, in some respects, is a mirage…emotions too, are like steam rising off the pavement after a brief hot summer day. Our culture seems to be mood dependent. Well, if I really soak myself in the cultural abyss, (oh, so dramatic!) it’s more like the Moody Blues.

I guess that’s when faith, HOPE, and love enter, and move us beyond mood dependency.

Times up. Thoughts?

Looking for Hope? Twelve minute writing.

Twelve minute run of the brain. I can’t find my copy of Mere Christianity. I wanted to read the chapter on hope. I have no hope of finding it in the next few minutes.

Often my hope is off somewhere sulking. Sometimes it is playing hide and seek. There are times when it is translucent as if I can see right through it to the hopeless state of things. An Eeyore moment has me saying short whining sentences, or answering a “How are you?” greeting with an answer like an essay question on a High School history exam.

So, now I have five minutes left to write about hope.

What I do know is everyone lives a thicker life with hope in the wings. Hope cheers us on to the next thing. Hope leads. Hope gently takes our hand. Hope see the possibilities.

I’m not a natural “hoper.” So when things get rough, or complicated, or senseless, I first sit in the mud, as it were, pointing at all the fractures.

My time is up. It’s 9:00 a.m. I found hope, it was in my breast pocket.

How is your relationship with hope these days?

Love Let (For Maria and Rob)

Now I lay me down,

to remember long ago,

when the words failed,

when you came into the light

of this world, quiet, at peace,

with barely a coo.

We held you, and a new

reality weighted our arms.

A new real creased

and increased our hearts.


In all my quarter century

I never knew such mystery.

Now I’ve seen the unfolding of you,

as color infused your baby face,

age on age, and grace on grace.


So now, we release,

smile, cry, sing,

of what is yet to be.

And that’s the thing,

to be, that is the question.

To be love, not simply in love.

To move love until it moves you.

To grip love like a blankie remnant.

To hold on as waters rise,

and the sun sets.

To find solace and comfort

and safety in the other.

To love and let love.

Once (For Mary)

Once, when a child,

We cried.

Once, when crying,

We laughed.

Once, when laughing,

We hurt.

Once, when hurting,

We leaned.

Once, when leaning,

We loved.

Once, when loving,

We hugged.

Once, when hugging,

We lived.

Once when living,

We learned.

Once, when learning,

We wondered.

Once, when wondering,

We worried.

Once, when worrying,

We prayed.

Once, when praying,

We thanked,

Once, when thanking,

We cried.