Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Week in Review: B & W

Last week was a whirlwind of activity. The chicks are changing drastically every day. Wing feathers are fully formed, downy fluff is molting, and their curiosity never ends. Every time I lift the brooder lid, they come running. They think every visit is feeding time. They are settled though, and like newborns, they need lots of restful sleep. It was then time I enjoyed some drinks on the back deck. And make a few wishes. Every thing in life seems to be solidifying. My dreams I have held so long are budding.

*****I am live this morning, writing on my back porch, looking out into a forest that stretches for an often visited 2-mile hike to reach a beloved pond. Sitting here, I cannot see the pond, or what is frolicking in the gentle breeze. But I suspect there might be a few geese, a heron fishing and a water creature causing ripples. Life. It is fragile and precious. This is but one day to celebrate what will never come around again.

At one juncture, the worn path to the pond crosses over a paved road, which causes one to be cautious, before embarking the final stretch of shaded wood, wildflowers, and bird song. All life congregates at the well. There, we are watered with physical needs as well as the spray of emotional and spiritual hope. If the pond dries up, life vanishes and moves elsewhere. If one remains, stagnation settles in and death occurs. Some will chose to die that day. Fear crowds out existence. Anger builds from fear.

I sip a cup of hot coffee, warming me up to the chilly start today. And present here are flocks of flitting Goldfinches eating River Birch seeds. This occurrence happens every June. In the same tree, a young squirrel is climbing to find if I have put out food. Cautious of my presence, he decides to ramble on. I take another sip of coffee and wonder. We need boundaries. We need to recognize our safe distance from others. Not to tread heavy-footed. But to be humble and listen. To understand and love.

Come sit on the bench and reflect with me. Where is your life heading? Are you ready to give into fate? Or will you push the ending far into the future? Life gives us multiple choices and opportunities to second guess motives, decisions and contemplate how best to achieve goals. What dreams and visions occupy your time? How will you be fed? And rested?

Until next week, shalom. Jeanne

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Abandoned Voices

Abandoned Voices #2
I can’t keep the magic
while the sky peels
back the gray.
Instead, I make an appointment
to speak to Dr. Such
and so the moment
melts away.

Same scene. Second glance. A vision that keeps turning my head. To walk the valley is difficult. To rise above circumstances, a feat.

The answers to life are buried deep inside each of us. It is the voices we tend to hear that promise love or hope or gifts that steer us off course. We tremble at conflict and derision and loss.

What magic do you hold inside that keeps you moving toward a goal? And when do you become an enemy to prized dreams and visions? What setbacks or traps have you allowed to sabotage your destination?

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

W.B. Yeats

Posted in Memoir, Music Video, Poetry, Sermons, Soul Journal

belief in unbelief

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

His image rests in mid air
long flowing, sky robe,
wispy as my hair.
I retreat, tear back in fear,
embracing shame.
He knows me as no other,
this game i play.   (Christmas 1990)

Who is this man
that I draw His attention?
Me, alone, prominent.
A snarled olive tree in a
pitch-dark moonless night.
He calls me by name,
I am His and He is mine. (Summer 2014)

The Fray You Found Me 

My intention is never to coerce.
How would that make my evidence
any more powerful than yours?
Instead, I say “if” because
if you had the experiences I have
there would be no doubt,
your belief in unbelief.





Posted in Poetry, Sermons

Be my witness

Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you. My second chance to shape faith every Sunday for a year.

The lady in the back pew
utters a prayer
God send Your Holy Spirit.
engulf the temptations and trials.
Worshipers stronger.
Some run and fan the flames,
ear-piercing agony.
The city’s fountain no relief.
Burning uncontrollably
the pagan cannot extinguish sin.
Those touched by God wander
day and night.
Souls borne of the testing fire.

And I will put this third into the fire, and refine them as one refines silver, and test them as gold is tested. They will call upon my name, and I will answer them. I will say, ‘They are my people’; and they will say, ‘The Lord is my God.’” Zechariah 13:9

So that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 1:7

The impurities that exist within us are numerous. Even those who have been washed clean by baptism, still struggle with the evil that exists in this world. We are not immune to temptations. Daily living brings weary thoughts and feelings that can be countered with the Word of God, encouragement from fellow believers and the refinement of God’s jealous love for us that burns intensely day and night.

Just as loving parents will care for a child who needs discipline, direction and divine love, our Heavenly Father cares deeply for each of us. When we are put through trials and come out stronger on the other side, we can proclaim, “The JOY of the LORD is my strength” and “I count it all JOY, the trials and temptations show the majesty and glory of the LORD!”
And may the peace that passes all understanding guard your hearts and minds forever.

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Crossing Bridges

the bridge we all must cross!

I had a dream. I was preaching in an inner-city church about where I had been, where I am now and where the Lord is leading. I carry this vivid dream in my heart.

God’s people walk dangerous roads looking to bring restoration and peace.
On the bridge we cross!