Beneath a dream in time
She scatters her words like breadcrumbs on a swirling current
Eyelids close and she whispers her face towards the sun
for that one moment of innocence
that one frozen time in the spotlight
Water colors
Sprinklers
a summer without borders
Beneath a dream in time
She pushes the overstuffed stroller
A child strapped in
A life strapped together
This moment in time.
When another face meets hers. Eyelashes flutter like hot feet on a
sidewalk
looking for a stray sprinkler.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
What I miss...What I love...
I remember the "What I love...What I miss..." game from my childhood. There always seemed to be a need to make lists, distinctions and categories when I was younger. Perhaps I need that boundary now. A new ministry is such a change and such a transition that maybe checking a few boxes is a healthy thing.
What I miss about Atlanta is -
Twelve years of relationships and community
Familiarity
A great chiropractor, pediatrician, and dentist
comfortable connections
Blackberry mead
My spiritual places of renewal
Dogwood trees
sweet tea!!
What I love about Eau Claire is -
I can get anywhere in less than 15 minutes
A fantastic farmer's market
the warm people
my new Credit Union
My lovely congregation -the people - the building
I have the best office manager EVER
The Episcopal church bells that ring RIGHT in the middle of annoucements on Sunday morning. OK - I love them every time, but then.
I know what cheese curds and walleye are now. I like cheese curds. I haven't been brave enough to try walleye yet.
What I miss about Atlanta is -
Twelve years of relationships and community
Familiarity
A great chiropractor, pediatrician, and dentist
comfortable connections
Blackberry mead
My spiritual places of renewal
Dogwood trees
sweet tea!!
What I love about Eau Claire is -
I can get anywhere in less than 15 minutes
A fantastic farmer's market
the warm people
my new Credit Union
My lovely congregation -the people - the building
I have the best office manager EVER
The Episcopal church bells that ring RIGHT in the middle of annoucements on Sunday morning. OK - I love them every time, but then.
I know what cheese curds and walleye are now. I like cheese curds. I haven't been brave enough to try walleye yet.
Monday, August 16, 2010
A Prayer of Welcome
When you are called unworthy
When you are called unreliable
When you stand at the edge
You are Welcome
When you need community
When you need silence
When you want to sing high
You are Welcome
When no one meets your eyes
When no one calls your name
When you need a door to open
You are Welcome
When you reach for peace
When you reach for a hand
When you need to open a door
You are Welcome
We have all been strangers
We have all needed welcome
We all need to hear the words
You are Welcome
When you are called unreliable
When you stand at the edge
You are Welcome
When you need community
When you need silence
When you want to sing high
You are Welcome
When no one meets your eyes
When no one calls your name
When you need a door to open
You are Welcome
When you reach for peace
When you reach for a hand
When you need to open a door
You are Welcome
We have all been strangers
We have all needed welcome
We all need to hear the words
You are Welcome
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