Transplanted

It was the same familiar garden
That she once knew well

Where 

She once grew and thrived

But

Then

The rain never rained
And
The sun never shone
And 
The weeds grew and grew
And
The flower

She waned

So

The Gardener
(in His mercy)
Took the little plant

Tenderly 

Carefully 

Up by the roots 
(so painful, so vulnerable, so raw)

And carried it to

Another 
(unfamiliar)
Part of the garden

Where

The rain rained
And
The sun shone
And
The weeds were weeded
And 

The little flower

Grew

Glory

A glorious spread of yellow tansy
Growing low and long and wide and wild on the shore
Gives me pause 

And

I wonder

What would the world look like if 

It was all planted by 

You

(instead of)

me


I wonder

Slow

Grinding coffee by hand

Because

There is something sacred 

In

The slowness

Before Dawn

Before dawn 
Before!
A chorus of birds greet the not yet sun
Confident in their Creator 
(who orders all things well)
That it will rise 
(the sun)
And so must I
Greet the day with 
Faith
Hope
Trust
Joy
Confident expectation

Your Voice

Your voice
( I long to hear)

Your voice
(perhaps)

Your voice
(requires still the bitter thing)

Wait
Forgive
Hope
Trust
and still yet wait some more

Veracity

Veracity
(noun)
Definition
1 : conformity with truth or fact : accuracy 2 : devotion to the truth : truthfulness 
3 : power of conveying or perceiving truth 4 : something true1

Verily
Verily
Truly
Truly
What other truth matters
Than His truth
(surely not my truth or yours)
Being so puny
So small
So cosmically uniformed

Verily
Verily
Truly 
Truly

I am the Way
The Truth
The Life

(if it doesn’t sound like Me, smell like Me, feel like Me, seem like Me. It’s not) 

Verify it

“Jesus answered:
‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me’”
John 14:6 (NIV)



1. https://www.merriam-webster.com/word-of-the-day/calendarefinition. Retrieved May 13, 2021

Another Sunday

He lets me rest in green meadows;
    He leads me beside peaceful streams.
  He renews my strength.
He guides me along right paths,
    bringing honor to his name.

Psalm 23: 2-3 (NLT)


Another Sunday 

And I wake to the dull ache of 

Displacement

Replacement

Ideologies masked as theologies

That 

Shipwreck sanctuary for

(me)


Spirit steer me

(and my fellow refugees) 

Home

We long for

Home

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