For Such a Time

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For Such a Time

How are we loving, my sisters and brothers?
How are we loving one another?

How are we showing the love of Christ,
to our fellow sisters and brothers?

With snide remarks, spilling forth
all ungodly conjectures?
With rolling eyes, outraged cries,
conspiratorial and lengthy lectures?

What are we sharing, my sisters and brothers?
How are we showing our caring?

Have we not been born for this one thing,
for grace and truth, His praises to sing-
for speaking the truth in love, not contemptuously
to be salt and ever-increasing luminosity

Are our words spirit-led bringing life to the dead?
Or do they instead bring dread?

If a brother is born for adversity and a friend always loves,
and Jesus our living example-

I ask you again, my dear friends-
How are you loving your sisters and brothers?
How are we loving each other? Answer this question
if you can, how are you loving your brother?

Saying Goodbye to The Most Interesting Dog in the World

Today I am sharing a poem I wrote this week as I prepared to say goodbye to our boy, Banjo. Banjo came into our lives in 2008. This past Saturday we said goodbye to him. The past few years have held too many goodbyes for us, but this year- both our cat Aurora -my beloved sidekick (since 2004) and our rescued Ozark Mountain Dog from Arkansas, Banjo have gone the way that cannot be known.

I’ve only had two dogs in my life, a stray named Friend I let follow me home as a kid and hid in my garage. Once Friend was discovered by our landlord at the time, my mom promptly took him to the pound. Enter Banjo, a complicated blend of Pyrenees, Retriever and Anatolian Shepherd we adopted primarily for our daughter but also as a family pet. Is there ever a right time to adopt a pet?

From Arkansas, to West Greenwich, Rhode Island, and our move to Narragansett…through heartache, losses, daily dramas…he worked his way into our hearts.

Funny thing about dogs…they weave their way into your cat-loving heart when you’re not even realizing it. I’ve always been a cat person. But when a dog takes your heart, it’s a bit different.

Banjo was a rock star. He had his own Facebook Page and a hashtag (#banjothemostinterestingdogintheworld) I used for him- and yes that is the longest hashtag in history!

I’ve written about him a few times…and he was a model for a calendar one year. He was best known for his howling at firetrucks (I convinced him the sirens were his dog-pack leaving town), and his extremely long peeing sessions. We are fairly convinced he had three bladders. But that is unconfirmed.

He had a brother and sister we met in East Providence as they made their way to their own homes in Vermont and Massachusetts.

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Up. Rise.

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Cracked open good, this needed break.
At first, we run but can’t escape.
Beautiful truth pours down like light
filters through clouds, brings clear sight.

Heaven breaks through sky to the earth,
a slow, steady illumination…
I was wrong!
I could not see… until God in His goodness
washed over me.

Beyond the rage, and hate- outside the cage,
I contemplate the ways unseen of a different fate-
questions with answers that won’t abate,
Lord, help me listen…

Can we yet rise, can we yet hope?
Can we not see beyond our limited scope?
Beyond the branches of trees, and storming skies,
Can we not even hope to fly
though our wings are tattered, broken, bent-
through prayers, tears, and our laments?

Let us with our raised eyes, stop seeking out more alibis,
but open our hands, hearts, and minds
to receive those with wounds
that we must bind-
and we as those with wounds to bind.

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