In all the begatting That Went on/goes on/is going on/will go on Mothers are there Carrying Birthing Suffering Celebrating Cooking Cleaning Feeding Clothing Nurturing Correcting Cheering Weeping Worrying Praying Hoping Fearing Teaching Training Holding Releasing Doing Work (that is generally) Unseen Unsung Unrecorded Unpaid Yet Vital (no one lived/lives/will live without it) Worthy Work Unsung (generally) Except by The One Who Sees all Knows all The One Who Made you Prepared you Equipped you Called you Sees you And Rejoices Over the Relentless Sacrificing Faithfulness Of you He does
How
How did Koinonia Come to mean Women in fur coats And I/we Don’t belong Really (and never will) How did I preach the Word of God Come to mean Misogyny and and and Help me Poppa In all the undoing You are doing In me/us To keep You The reality Of You Heal Your church Poppa Heal me/us Help me/us to find Your good way The Way How
Darkness
When darkness falls And Suffering begins No one knows when it will end (not really) We wait And try to hope And strain to see The Light (at the end of that long dark tunnel without end) Knowing (or trying to know) That He is there Truly Working in the darkness On our/your/my/their behalf Working to Make all things New When darkness fell for you Jesus Was it like this For You
With: A Poem for Lent
You asked us to be with You In that Shadowy Waiting Dark Scary Lonely Place That place before The Cross We got tired We got sleepy We shut our eyes And couldn’t Stay Awake You knew all that (somehow) Yet/still Invited us In Cause You knew (and we know) That Company (even fickle/faulty) Is welcome (even if they can’t go the whole way) And really The darkest places Are Solitary places Places we go to Alone Death Sickness Suffering Pain Betrayal Rejection Misunderstood Those are the alone places Places we go to Alone Except That You are there Jesus You are there You Who went the whole distance In the dark Are there You You You Are there
1986
Dresses and flowers and looking just right All those years ago Then Time And Tragedy And Distance And Disconnect And I don’t know you Anymore (not really) There’s a hole there now There Where you used to be And I feel that void (from time to time) And It fills with sorrow/regret/guilt Do you feel that hole too That way Do you Poppa I look to you What to do What to do What to do
Your Peace
Your peace Nascent in me Elusive That’s not on You Poppa You stand ready Always To give it It’s me (actually) Who needs To stand still Long enough To receive it Your peace
Your Voice
What do You have in mind today Poppa (for me) What’s on Your heart That’s the most important thing (isn’t it) Your plans (not mine) The calendar is Yours to fill So In Jesus name I now silence every voice But Yours Yours is the only Voice I want To hear What do You have in mind today Poppa I’m listening To You
Fog
Fog Shrouds Masks Light Freedom Hope Father We long for (need) Your Light Freedom Hope In these days of Lent I wear that fog shroud Re-calling The steadfast sojourn To that place Where You brought back Light Freedom Hope The best souvenirs of that Terrible trip For us
Simply Sisters
Same Different Same Different Same Different Same Biggest Fan Also Biggest Critic Same Different Same Different Same Different Same Different Same
Leaving
I dreamt of you Real and ethreal Your broad strong capable back Leaving (again) And I Breath in new courage To face the day Again