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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

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Turn my mourning into morning

I am in mourning
for the world I thought I knew,
had such hopes for,
dreamed such dreams for…

My world, my oyster,
Not mine any longer.
Overrun
By hate, by hurt, by harm.

But Love,
Love doesn’t insist on its own way.
Love waits,
Waits patiently for an invitation.

An opening in the doorway
A crack, a crevice, a peep hole.

See this? all this is nothing.
What lasts are These.
Just as you loved them,
I love  you.

Lord, turn my mourning into morning.
Bring the dawning of your new day.

sunrise sky air

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. ~ Matthew 5:4

Praying for Charlottesville

jeffersonstatue_04hr_utCharlottesville, Virginia,
l’il college town,
All the school year, full of UVA Wahoos,
going to football games, going to class,
going to pubs down at the Corner.
Just like everybody.

Come from Virginia and everywhere,
to Mr. Jefferson’s University,
to get a college degree and
to learn about life,
in the classroom and on the lawn,
from their professors and from each other.
The University in Virginia.

Charlottesville, Virginia,
Situated in the center, caught in the middle,
between north and south,
black and white,
slave and free.
Where combatants gather, Lee Statue
tempers flare
and the shouting starts.

“It’s my right to say what I want,” they say.
Unfurling words.
Words of unkindness,
words of disrespect,
words of damnation.
Words that pelt, pummel, and break.
More than rocks through a glass window,
words leave shards, lying on the pavement.

The war of words has come to Virginia.
We the people of the middle.
To Charlottesville, family home of a
man of great words. History remembers him.
Founding father.
Declaration author.
University benefactor.
Slave owner.

Charlottesville history sign

History belongs to no one.
The future belongs to someone.
Not you. Not me.
We.
We,
the People,
of the Middle.

Bold enough to see
that freedom is extended, as well as taken.
It’s not mine, if it’s not also yours.

chapel Charlottesville

If what I say hurts you,
I must strike that, not you.

Praying for Charlottesville …
Tender town in the center;
where the words
I pray for you
incline your heart
to pray for me.
In Thee,
We.

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