A retelling of Psalm 130: Seeking a fortress
Lent is a season of the liturgical year that invites us to lament the brokenness of our lives. The psalms are ideal..
Seeking shelter
As I seek shelter from the storm and run from the meadow of familiarity to the dark forest of confusion, where shall..
On borrowed time: A Lenten poem
These Lenten days are loaned to us, set aside – beg, borrow or steal – from winter’s numbing latterness so we remember..
Ash Wednesday: A poem
God knows I don’t need to be reminded I’m nothing, but it is nice to know someone once promised— at the beginning..
Who’s That Knocking at My Door?
“He departed from him until an opportune time.” What a strange line. We assume Luke meant the Garden of Gethsemane; But we..
Winning at love
The pandemic gods thought they had won by thinking they could say that touching and hugging were all bad so they took..
What is revealed: Erasure poetry in the time of COVID
Last week, I found myself staring at a torn, yellowed page striped by paint and typeface with seven words marching down the..
Prayers
I’ve always thought these should’ve been answered for me Until I confessed I hadn’t said anything And then left the sanctuary To..
Parting word: A poem
Gratitude is the way to go. Not only with the daily stuff – that too, of course – but at the end,..
The very stones: A poem
One of my first funerals, in my first pastorate, Was for a young man barely out of high school; One blistering July..
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