May the one who needs to receive hard words be able to receive them when they find him. May that be the prayer and heart of all of us. I dedicate this poem to the one who needs to hear it.
Today, a prayer from my journal that became a poem to share. May the words be received, and may they do the work they need to in the heart of the one who needs the work to be done in them, including me. Amen.
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 forthall ungodly conjectures?With rolling eyes, outraged cries,conspiratorial and lengthy lectures? What are we sharing, my sisters and brothers?How are we showingContinue reading “For Such a Time”
Words are wild dogs on a hunt,relentlessly chasing their preyuntil at last they tear into its living fleshdevour the beast while it yet breathes. We believe we are better than beasts,who hunt to survive, to live…life for life. We believe words matter, as we point fingers,shame, accuse, berate-call out others, but not ourselves,hold accountable, butContinue reading “Better than Beasts?”