Ahead…Ache

The throb huddled

in the back corner.

Eyes spliced open,

no alarm,

except dull pain.

 

Thoughts, analyzation.

“Not enough water?”

“Caffeine deprivation?”

“Dead pillow, flat?”

Imagine that.

 

Did I try to hoard worries

instead of thinking

them through?

Did I stuff them,

choking off synapses?

 

By thoughts alone

can the ache dissipate?

By thinking only,

do the knots loosen?

“Have you prayed?”

 

I’ve thought about it.

“Why don’t you simply

think your thoughts

toward Me? I know

every one of them.”

 

Then I cast my thoughts

toward God.

The bundle in back

of my head softened,

dispersed.

 

 

“Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.” Philippians 4:6,7 The Message

 

 

 

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Monday

Wasn’t it Monday just last week?

Didn’t I wake with no words to speak?

No thoughts of the morrow to say,

Just breathing in today.

 

Some prayers were said as I sat,

For children and wife and all that.

An amen was uttered as I walked away

Saying this is the day, this is the day.

Equanimity

Under mind,

bump stocked

and fire branded.

A cool glass of water,

clear as a monk’s

prayer before sunrise

is sipped and spilt.

Be anxious for nothing

is an easy task…

It’s when we’re anxious

about something,

everything,

that our equanimity

is bent by a category

five, and we kneel

when we should stand,

and stand when we

should kneel.

Sunday Psalm

Morning Dew

Unfold my arms,

Relax these tight shoulders.

 

Come, this wide-eyed morning

And lay these hesitancies on the dew.

 

Soak them mercifully, and grace

These fists in their clenched resistance.

 

Palms up, lifeline exposed

In vulnerable sweat.

 

Break upon my heart

Like the broken light,

 

Shards all around.

Indented Doors

Comma’s in

The pedestrian way.

Pauses, like cells

In a monastery–

Call us to pray

Out of the fray.

 

Slip in

The perspective, stay.

Queues in which

To stand when

You can’t stand it.

A momentary huddle.

 

A set aside,

Alone, abide,

Piece of peace,

Space of quiet

Out of the riot.

Would that I try it.

On Prayer

Take us to the safe places,

not free of danger necessarily,

but void of triggers…

those spaces where scabs

fall off, not scrape off.

 

Show us how to play,

how to get absorbed

like a child on the floor,

Let us not worry about

how we’re gonna get up.

 

Help us to trust again,

fearless of reaction,

boundless in hope.

For a long moment

let us reach You.

Pre-Dawn. A morning prayer.

I splashed through

a psalm or two,

looking for You;

expressing me.

 

Come as a seed,

fall and die in here,

so a single shoot

may rise with the sun.

 

So a single root

may drive in the soil,

deep, splayed toward

ground water wants.

 

Come water me

in the silent hours,

as I incline my heart.

Garden my soul.

 

Amen

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.