Hate to clean dirty Windows, ghosts of laughter From dates and peanut butter. They hover like white shadows On the pane of child asleep, Like handprints on home. I see through them And cannot get clear Without them, the printed past Of slapped glass, high five. Broken soon the idol which stood By jumping jumping… Continue reading

Find yourself A farmstand Pickled white In the shade Of a biennial Apple tree. Find it open, Yourself welcomed With white oaks And un-mowed orchard. Find yourself Curious, and popping In–an old table, A metal box of dollars And coins, and wooden Planks supporting: This land’s bounty. Continue reading

What’s a weed Worry Poor wildflowers Sown in wonder One by one Waking up The little heads Curling out and cup Their little eyes Opening, stretching With a yawn, Ill-fated, Innocent and young, Obliterated. Continue reading

There’s a gap between the aluminum, double-pane windows that buzz and rattle as the freight train squeals through the city. Imperfect and original, kept in place by rusted screws, they hang in our building just north of the tracks. A strong wind can shake them, and when they speak they remind me of the gap… Continue reading

Running through The rooms Of my darkened Mind, turning The lights on. He tears Down each Stronghold, No sin Is safe. A victory Lap, like a Chariot of Fire, victory After flaming Victory. Continue reading

Yes, the winter A reformation A baby Not in the sight of man But your Heavenly Father Who is in Heaven Seeking the motivations Of the self-exalting, Self-deceiving heart. Continue reading

O God of mangers God of lullabies Simple shepherds and silence You knew exactly what we needed. Forgive us our clamors for what We want, while we miss what we really need. Turn on the Light again above the stable And let it shine again in our confused hearts. Visit our busy lives with quiet… Continue reading

O, you homemakers Meal makers Bearers of life. O, you pray-ers You who dare Become a pastor’s wife. O, you servants Carrying crosses Bearing losses Special, strife. O, you led by He And that ministry, Life with no hedge In the parsonage. Continue reading

Life is a wonder And a deal. Much to learn And love and feel And see and sense Beauty in all, The poised page, The comic call To hide, and then A great reveal, Slow reminders Of the real, A duty near And far to roam And follow Each tear home. Continue reading

Repeated Until nothing else To say. The long drip Of gutters, The soul Emptied out. What else, A river To the bottom Of us. Continue reading