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I never heard the soldiers come

I sleep-walked through Gethsemane
thousands of years ago
I never heard the soldiers come
the sinful echo
on a loud, fitful shore.

When I opened my eyes
the dawn was crowing
and I hid my eyes in shame-silence
knowing
that with ruffled sorrow
I abandoned you on the way
to Golgotha.
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Shadowdrowning

The mediocre is drawing me downward-drowning
and I run back to my home-dungeon
buried half-naked in the groundling-dark
because the midnight
was all I ever knew
in the circumference of my soul

But I know one desperate, painful-cry
and you will lift me from the mire
fit my robe
with angelwings
and show me that I was meant for better
than
"just enough."
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Poem: Valley

Valley

You were so near,
so clear,
before I entered the valley
as I withdrew my mustard seed
and used it to cut through mountains
put on my sandals
and have locust and honey
for dessert
and the world was re-centered
through my pain.

Now in the valley
views, I rough with the
hum of complacency
of dishes in the sink
milk that's gone bad
and TV reruns
and I almost wonder
if the mountain lofty
happened at all


 All poetry copyright (c) The Artsy Episcopalian.
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POWER of God...from an infant's view

Our rector, S, gave a great sermon the other day reminding us that the Holy Spirit is POWER, and often as Christians, we do not lean on the power of God to sustain us.

While I was in church, there was a small infant about two rows in front of me, wide-eyed and way above the legal limit for cute. As I watched the baby leaning on his mother's shoulder, I wondered what the world of the parish looked like to the child. He was not making an effort to pray or participate [obviously] but he was merely looking around and observing, soaking in all that the Lord was offering.

It reminded me that this was a Sunday I needed to be quiet. I needed to "soak up" all of that which was around me, and all of that power that God offers us.
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Afraid of Being Afraid?

I am tired of being afraid.
Afraid of everything. 
Afraid of love, life, risk, hope, hate, not being accepted, joy, tears, sorrow.
Seems that we live most of our lives afraid—sometimes afraid of nothing in particular, just a random gnawing at our lives.
Jesus says perfect loves drives out all fear. In Him there is no fear.
In 2 Timothy, a reminder.
“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
Discomfort? Sure. I don’t  think Jesus ever promised that life was smooth sailing. Unfair? Definitely.  Frustrating and all those other words? Sure.
But not fear.
We know how the story ends.
 Hallelujah, Lord Jesus.
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Whitsunday Clip Art


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Whitsunday, part two

I just felt inspired to do some freehand clip art....I'm not a professional artist [my training has been with writing] but I just enjoyed doing this for Whitsunday.

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