Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Embraced by the shadows


Glancing out my kitchen window,
I find my heart captivated by the shadows on a tree.
What is it that the heart sees that triggers hope?
Is it the way those dark fingers
So lovingly embrace the tree? 
Or is it just the way these shadows
Remind us to appreciate the light...

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Remembering freedom


Sheltering in place, I stand
And watch from my window,
Remembering what it felt like to be free...

Monday, April 6, 2020

Within these fierce constraints


Within these fierce constraints
There can still be joy and beauty:
Compressed by circumstances
They can flare all the brighter.
Beneath the masks, behind our doors,
In the safety of not performing before a crowd,
There could be a gentle kind of freedom
To become more fully, more wholly, ourselves.

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Palm Sunday


We hold in our hearts a prayer
For all who walk alone; for all the vulnerable;
For all the church doors, once open, now closed;
For those who've died, and for all the ones who loved them;
For all the ones still working to serve,
And all the ones who now are unemployed;
For all the colors, slowly being leached
Out of a world awash in grief:
We no longer wave our palms,
We simply wash them,
Over,
And over.

Saturday, April 4, 2020

An opportunity to evolve


Think of yourself as a flower,
Trapped inside a home you’re fast outgrowing;
Safely protected by nature, but itching to bloom.
A restless teen, chafing under parental restrictions;
A butterfly, trapped in her cocoon;
An infant, kicking against a womb
In impatience to be born —
None of these stop growing in confinement,
But rather use the time to become more fully
What they were born to be...
How will we evolve in this time of containment?

Friday, April 3, 2020

Fins flashing among the weeds


Being mostly water, 
we humans tend to mirror back
The colors of our surroundings,
So it’s no wonder we’re all feeling a little gray
With all the dark clouds in our future.
Just remember: below the surface
There are all those bright ideas 
and possibilities, swimming back and forth,
Fins flashing among the weeds.
Perhaps now is a good time to dive deeper...

Thursday, April 2, 2020

A time to dream


There Will be a life after this.
It won’t be the same as our life before,
But what if, instead of worrying,
We used this time apart to dream
Of what life Could be;
To imagine what might make our spirits soar?