Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you.
My second chance to shape my faith every Sunday for a year.
first glance I saw another angel and pausing i saw an extraordinary person
Man is raw without thought.
Sharpened by chisels
to find the form
layered beneath rubble.
Refined by wisdom
of ages past
both evil and goodness
standing back to back
afraid to hear the other.
Proverbs 27:17 As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.
the thoughts in my mind
that follow my legs
to a different time
when flowers were blooming
and the rains were sweet.
The tempest hollows at my feet.
around in my head
the voices and visions
that block the view
of majesty, glory and all that’s new.
The magic stands alone.
I run ahead.
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” William Shakespeare
Today may just be the day! Today! Celebrate that you have survived and made it through the storm. The winds still blow. The sun still sets. The sun also rises. It gives us courage to keep on breathing. I will!
“We run… because we enjoy it. The more restricted our society and work become, the more necessary it will be to find some outlet for this craving for freedom. The human spirit is indomitable.” -Sir Roger Bannister, first runner to run a sub-4 minute mile
God, I have run to the cross and I have sprinted away from your arms. I have walked the edge and planted my feet securely on the ground. I will continue to wrestle with myself and make peace with others. I will continue to grow and accept today. I believe! Amen.
“Keep your face to the sunshine
and you cannot see the shadows.
It’s what the sunflowers do.”