Friday, May 24, 2013


"Believe just this moment that everything is being transfigured for His glory. Every step towards something beautiful already accomplishes something beautiful. Beauty and joy are found in every overcoming along the way.
Only those who believe in the beautiful — can collaborate in the miraculous."
-Ann Voskamp
"And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us..."  Psalm 90:17
"He has made everything beautiful in its time..."  Ecclesiastes 3:11
"The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing."  Zephaniah 3:17
"A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not quench, until he brings justice to victory."  Matthew 12:20

The crunch, crunch of chains
The rub, rub, whir of tire
A hiccup, pothole
World rushes past

Eyes rest on flower, flight of bird
Showers of liquid sun pebble through tree shadows
Onto my hair and neck

Warm moist air is drenched in scent - 
Magnolia, jasmine, roses...

Grey furry Goslings paddle clown-footed
behind their mothers, I pause,
letting this flock waddle by

I would have whizzed past
"not seeing the forest for the tree"
a tree of delicate beauty surrounded by
tall, sturdy pines

Am I this tree?
Or the cultivated tree?
High-maintance tree everyone wants
But God...

He may place us 
in an obscure, unknown place - 
Yet He watches over us.
"Keep me as the apple of the eye,
 hide me under the shadow of your wings."
Psalm 17:8

The oyster its pearl
Treasure chest its key
Perfume its cork
Rose its thorn
Eye its lid
Fruit its skin

But if shell is broken
Treasure unlocked
Perfume poured
Rose crushed
Eye opened
Fruit eaten

THEN we experience beauty
in all its fullness

Oh to write lyrics 
to the birds songs!

See, all the pine branches
like fingers pointing
to heaven!

Yet my finger, uncouth
will darken the white magnolia bloom

Even in this, we are as the
Mona Lisa painting: the "best known, the most visited,
 the most written about, the most sung about, 
the most parodied work of art in the world."[1]
Kept protected behind bullet-proof glass.

He protects those He loves
In Love, Jesus, our Christmas rose
a tender shoot from the stump of Jesse
Wore a crown of thorns

He bled, wept
He was broken, unlocked
poured out, viewed - 
on the Cross
All for LOVE

"Taste and see that the LORD is good.
 Oh, the joys of those who take refuge in him!"
Psalm 34:8

He was broken
We eat the broken bread
His blood poured out for us
We drink the cup He pours

We remember He is beauty
Beauty is not beautiful
till uttered, extended and shared

Make our lives beautiful, Lord
"Then the King will desire your beauty.
Because He is your Lord, bow down to Him."
Psalm 45:11

"Give to the LORD, the glory due to his name; 
worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness."
Psalm 29:2

As I skid over gravel
park this bicycle
Sigh, gaze into the sky
Creator, Beautiful One!
Thank you!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Bluebird of Happiness

You flashed before my eyes
I was like Chicken Little, "the sky is falling!"
All wonder

I am enchanted by your coat of azure
and red vest

Many birds told me of your coming.

Robins sporting identical vests.

The gentle cooing of a mother dove

Huddled groups of Canadian geese...
smoking cigars in their tweed jackets and black bow ties

Jealous blue jays fretting about

The knock, knock of woodpeckers constructing homes for your nests

Mocking birds auditioning on the tops of trees,
it's the season for singing - songs fit for the King!

I wonder what the owl, ravens, vultures in their long trench coats are saying

Seagulls, hawks and the golden eagles swoop long and wide

"Chirp, chirp," the sparrows and Mr. and Mrs. Robin
are glad for your company

They will tell you a feast is to be had at my house

For I've placed a red ball full of black seeds
right outside my kitchen window

Won't you please come and visit me, little bluebird?

You are a piece of sky fallen to earth

Here, let me sing a little song to you...

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Easter Poem

"!Feliz Pascua de Resurrreccion!"
"Happy Easter!"
I smile to Juan, from Colombia,
who bags my groceries

"Happy Easter!"
I smile to the Pharmacist
Gladness exuberates
in flowers

We play mini golf
small boy with long
flowing locks
darts past

The dad and a friend
capped, bearded
fringed tallit trickles
down the waist

Blue thread reminds
to keep God's commands
(Numbers 15:38-41)

I ask about his little boy
"We cut hair at 3 years,
it's our tradition."
"In India there is a similar practice,"
I say

"It's our Passover week,"
he says
I know this means strict
dietary laws, Seder feast,
and no lamb.

"We are celebrating Easter,"
I say.     They nod.
"The Passover Lamb."
Did you hear me?
I wonder

"God bless you!" We say
to each other and


I love this word in Spanish
"Easter" and "Passover"
inextricably linked

Lamb's blood
saves us
Smeared on the doorposts
of our hearts

The Innocent One
Sacrificial Lamb
His life for ours
His blood for ours

When Christ agonized in the garden
Did it seem Good Friday to Him?

When His disciples betrayed,
abandoned and denied Him
Was it a Good Friday?

When He was mocked,
scourged and nailed to the Cross -
Was it a Good Friday?

When the whole world and
even His own Father
turned His back on Him -
Was it a Good Friday?

Or when the sky darkened
the rocks split
the temple curtain rent twain

And all of Satan's folly
was crushed under
Christ's heel

When, after that 1st awful Day
The 2nd day of waiting and wondering
Then, the 3rd day - at Sunrise.....

The rock pushed away
Angels attending

We came with our
anxieties and questions

And He calls us
by name

Now it is "Happy Easter"

He has risen victorious
He will reign victorious
till all His enemies
become a footstool
under His feet

His Spirit is sent
Lives within us

Together we will cry
with the host of heaven,

"Worthy is the Lamb
that was slain...."!