Category Archives: poetry
Spirit of Christ, Lead Me
Let the Spirit of Christ lead me.
Not, my spirit,
Not, the spiritual forces,
But God, Himself
in human flesh.
This is my role model,
my driving force.
My focus.
Let me not be deceived
by things that would distract
me, tantalizing
though they might be.
They are empty,
hollow vessels
meant for other gods.
Idols.
Let my eyes stay focused on You.
Let my heart beat only for You.
Let my mind stay fixed on You.
Let my every sensation remind me of You.
Lord, you are my One and Only.
the Giver of life,
the life worth living.
Catch me in your updraft
and carry me along on
the wings of your Spirit.
Amen
“those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.”
~ Isaiah 40:31
Who is at the door?
We endanger ourselves
when we choose only what suits us
and toss what doesn’t serve us.
Lord,
help me be one who
welcomes the other way;
one who engages
the different approach.
Cause me to open my door
to accountability come /knocking/
just as I would to \confirmation\
come calling.
It is by both of these
that you show me my way
to You.
Amen
Can we live together, the Earth and I?
From the vantage point of our Silver Line metro rail car,
we traverse Tyson’s Corner, and survey the expanse.
Towering glass buildings and tangled roadways,
elbowing out the newly-leafed trees and occasional grass
who are gamely attempting to stand their ground.
“How can people not see that we are the bacteria which has infected the land?”
my daughter asks.
Seems an apt observation for this Earth Day 2018.
We needy newcomers have overrun this place.
A distant memory it is, for those who conceived and pioneered it,
when the greenery of living kind opened its door in welcome.
They were here first.
What right do we have…
to take without giving?
to use without replacing?
to squander what’s precious?
to extinguish what’s in limited supply?
What right?
What must the bird think from her, er, birds-eye view,
of the constructed landscape etching out the vanishing majesty?
What must its Creator think from His vantage point,
of the decision to entrust dominion over it to humankind?
Can we live together, you and I?
