Friday, October 31, 2008

limited moment

words are such an inadequate medium to express deep emotions
especially from this blunt and broken pen
but alas
it's what I am limited to at this moment

Monday, October 27, 2008

still moment

there is a stillness
in the wet earth
of me
this day
like a forest
in mid winter

Thursday, October 23, 2008

be moment

God breathes life into our dry and barren places
calling us forth
to live in freedom
and be
all that we were created to be

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Monday, October 13, 2008

rising moment

in the tumbling of mountains
there is a rising whisper
causing the earth to tremble
Holy Holy Holy is the Lord

love moment

to love someone
is to give them permission in advance
to treat you as they will

Friday, October 10, 2008

disabled moment

Of all the things, I remember his feet the most. They showed all the signs of never being used. Gordy had been unable to walk for ten years by the time I met him ......I’ve met very few people who don’t admit to some insecurity about their feet. Foot washings, commemorating Christ’s work at the Last Supper are enough to keep many of us from church. But Gordy was silent. He knew I would see everything but he said nothing. It was as I was putting on his socks one day that I realized Gordy was the holy one in all our efforts. He was serving me and in some very practical ways sacrificing the privacy of his body to do it. I was so disabled inside, afraid to let people see my faults and struggles, because my disabilities could be hidden. Gordy’s outward disability became in a very real sense my inward cure. His willingness to let another see his weakness revealed an inspiring inner strength.
Gary Thomas

Thursday, October 09, 2008

revealing moment

towels and dishes and sandals
all the ordinary things of our lives
reveal more quickly than anything
what we are made of

Monday, October 06, 2008

tsunami moment

weeping inwardly
my heart swells with salty water
when still
when quiet
it will surface
like an ocean wave
reaching for any shore
first a ripple
but then
if unchecked
a tsunami
of pain
of grief
of loss
a deep wrenching breaking
a coming undone
heavy chains painfully crank open doors
and the waters rise
from above
from below
from within
adrift in its wild turbulence
I reach for the rock
only when gripping tight
when gripped tight
do the words come
be still

Sunday, October 05, 2008

powerless moments

Hidden in those who are powerless is a mysterious power:
they attract and awaken the heart.
Their thirst for friendship, love and communion leaves no one indifferent:
either you harden your heart to their cry and reject them,
or you open your heart
and enter into a relationship built on trust,
simple, tender gestures
and few words.
Jean Vanier