Manna Meditations, Day 2 Blue Ridge Parkway. Black ribbon of road: I let the car swoop and dive through the curves, trying not to look at the vistas. The views: it’s why people come here, you know. There are overlooks every few miles where you can pull your car off the road and stand in […]
Tag: prayer
hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple …
I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately. Harried. Fractured. Busy. (Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.) But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now. I disappeared into a hole in the […]
the imperfectionist’s prayer
oh, Lord, leave me …
… undone.
heal me, but don’t –
(forgive me
for saying it) …
Good Words for Thanksgiving …
Today, as so many of us here in the States board planes or toss bags into cars to rush home for the Thanksgiving holiday, I thought I’d share this little snatch of a poem from Mary Oliver. Somehow it just seems right: Happy Thanksgiving, friends … Today I’m wishing you a little space to draw a […]
small things …
oh God, open my eyesto the magic of small things: sunsetlight,puddlesplash,slow liquid gold … scatter of leaveson black ribbon of road … bonewhite branches,frost-sequined field, frostcrunch,snowshush … my two knees’twin prints on holy ground. ❤
Oh, God, if only you might give me the words …
… to speak the song the cicadas are singing —that murmur and hum filling the trees.But their song is wholly their own,and no matter what words I use,mine would only be a poor copy —and why bother to copy such a thing,when anyone can go out on a summer nightand sit spellbound to the soundof the original? But […]
Speechless
I’ve built my life around words: planted them like seed, panned for them like gold. I’ve gone out into green valleys and collected words like rainwater, storing them up for seasons of drought. This is what my kind of people do. But. There are days when words feel too small for me — a poor, […]
Oh, God, knock me to my knees in wonder …
Teach me that – sometimes – to lie down in a green fieldis to be slain in the spirit … To learn the call of the mockingbird is to speak in tongues … And to walk with head unbowedunder the blue skyis to stare at the ceilingof your Sistine Chapel … painted and repainted by the minute […]
An Honest Prayer …
Oh Lord, teach me to see this town with loving eyes … when the snow lies clean on every limb, and when it clogs the sidewalk, soot-scuffed black. when I am surrounded by ones I love, and when I am trudging the white trail alone. when I am surrounded and still alone — give me love, then most […]
A Prayer, Left in a Rose Garden Where Nothing is Blooming: Day Twenty-Nine
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * The other day, while I’m sitting at my desk at work, I write a prayer. When it […]
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