Tag: Poetry

  • Hard Truth For Today’s Problem

    Hard Truth For Today’s Problem

    Belief Believing “they have always done it” does not make it right. Thinking “they must’ve deserved it” does not mean they did. Fearing for your life does not justify your taking theirs. Holding a weapon doesn’t make you safe. Choosing the easier route for yourself may make it harder for someone else. Supporting only people…

  • Our Side

    Our side is the side that sits with the maimed and the murdered. Our side is the side that sits with the peaceful and the beaten, the prophet and the martyr. Our side is the side that sits with the people pained by the world and wrestles with the pain itself. Grappling with hate and…

  • A Wild Perfection

    A Wild Perfection

    There is something annoying about perfection.Like a gift, wrapped closed, pristinethe brown paper folded, taped, encircledby paper ribbon, then tied–here! A wild bow like straw,like the uncouth prophet emerging from the wildswith lips sticky from locusts and honey,camel’s hair clothing and belt—known simplyas The Baptizer.Scraggly, unblemished, and unknown.We resist opening and sheddingthis rugged, ravishing beautythat…

  • On Rising With the Sun

    If I were to personify the sun, I would find myself waking with a secret companion, hidden in plain sight. So obvious that she could be missed by each of us – especially my spouse, who is no morning person. The sun, my mistress rises before I want to, before I can even bring my…

  • Origin stories are overrated

    Origin stories are overrated

      I tell people they won’t get the origin when they ask. That isn’t the story they actually want. That jumbled mess of confusion and diminished dreams pierced by a stunning bit of clarity. That sounds like a grand story of adventure and it is always mundane, normal. The story equivalent of a ham sandwich.…

  • Walking the beach

    Walking the beach

    There is something small in the walk, barefoot along the shore; with crunching sand and waves lapping the hem of your jeans. Soaked, drying, sandy, brushed and prepared to return to socks then shoes, then pavement, feet planting and stepping in time to music produced by your phone.

  • The Day I Turned Old

    I’ve put off the visit for too long they tell me. I don’t have a good reason just money and time and perfection or procrastination. She asks me the usual questions about diet and exercise whether I drink or smoke; this time I find the questions funny: Have you had a drink in the last…

  • Eating Scripture: Even the Dogs Get Scraps

    Today I’m kicking off a weekly video series called “Eating Scripture” in which I attempt to break apart this week’s gospel in about 4 minutes or fewer to pass out the juiciest and crunchiest bits for each of us to chew on over the weekend. This week, we dive into the text (Mark 7:24-37) which contains a…