A tiny resurrection

light beckonsAny new beginning holds the seeds
Of a tiny resurrection.
Any turning of the corner
Or of the clock
Brings an end
And a beginning.

We mark the big moments:
A birth, a graduation, a retirement, a death.
But it is often the small moments
That mark our souls:
The warm greeting in the eyes of a friend,
The warm hug that follows,
The knowledge that they still hold you
Even when you are away.

My life is marked most deeply
By these small moments of resurrection,
And I am ever grateful.

[photo by Benoît Mars per cc 2.0]
[My thanks to Richard Rohr, who suggests that resurrection is not a one-time thing, but the revelation of the pattern of the universe – that ‘reality is always moving toward resurrection.’]

small offering

dirty handsMy hands are dirty
My heart is muddled
My gift, impure.

And yet …
My space within the world could use a little kindness,
And so, I give my broken offering.
Not perfect, but still a contribution.

My piece, with yours.
Evoking more.
The space between us,
Bridged with light.

[photo by Leonie per cc 2.0, with a nod to Lenard Cohen]

a nugget of hope

 

hopeThere is a tiny nugget of hope within my soul.
I don’t hold it;
It holds me.
And I let it.
That’s my part in all of this;
I let it hold me.
And that’s where the miracle begins.

[photo by Thales per cc 2.0]

 

Flat Stanley

When someone sits me down
And tries to tell me what I must believe
I think I see Flat Stanley, standing beside the pew.
It is as if he’d been smashed between the pages of a book –
Only the correct translation, of course –
And now, with things all decent and in order,
We can get on with the rest of our lives.
We can just slip him out when it’s handy.
And put him back when he gets in the way.

[image modified from photos by Temple Moore Trail (pews) and PRO Tito Perez (flat Stanley) per cc 2.0]

 

creation

tool of the creative

There is a joy in making something.

In watching something come together,
Even with a flaw or two
There can be a beauty that sneaks into the process.

There is a beauty in the motion, in the doing;
A beauty in entering the flow of an eternally creative God
And finding yourself part of creation –
Both noun and verb.

Nouns are easier to see …
But verbs! Ahhh.
That is where the action is.

[photo by Paralog per cc 2.0]

[my thanks to Richard Rohr for encouraging me to see the Trinity as loving action.]

in the image

not quite god

Isn’t it interesting how I keep getting things reversed?
I’m supposed to be made in the image of God …
But somehow I’ve found a way to make a god that looks like me.

… perhaps ‘interesting’ is not the right word ….

 

[photo by TheoJunior per cc 2.0]