A sermon to myself on the way to the table

Rachel Joy Welcher, a writer and poet I follow, opened a group on Facebook through Lent exploring poems from her book Two Funerals, Then Easter and giving poetry prompts.  Below is one I shared today after reading Rachel's poem "Communion". A sermon to myself on the way to the table In as much as I… Continue reading A sermon to myself on the way to the table

Bedside nurse

(Image Credit) It's a small army I see two or three days a week. While it's dark and cold we march in uniform, feet shod with shoes ready to keep a steady clip for the next thirteen hours. The building we raid looms tall and overwhelming, pregnant with arrhythmias calls for help to the bathroom… Continue reading Bedside nurse

Love is not a pink teddy bear

I don't want to be a cynic, but I really can't stand Valentine's Day. It's really not cause I'm bitter, although I have gone through many a pink-splattered Valentine's day with a broken heart, mascara-tear stained face and no one sending me flowers. By the grace of God, there is no bitter root, just painful… Continue reading Love is not a pink teddy bear

A phase of the waiting bride

You look like a captive, a kidnapped woman with a black cloth tied, covering your eyes. You look scared. I can see your mouth, your face turned away trying to hide from what you cannot see. You look hopeless. But I know your pattern. I know this cycle you go through- phases of light shining… Continue reading A phase of the waiting bride

Your face looks like Sarah

Your round face laughed today The earth not in the way I grinned forgetting the weeks behind When I saw the world and Forgot you were alive Tonight your face is cut in half Now down to a sliver The blinking electricity of this planet Promising to deliver Your grey glow on my cold face… Continue reading Your face looks like Sarah

Call to the highways and hedges

Bitter old woman Cowardly elder man Skeptical, empowered Misses Lonely, not-sure-if-he's-a-Mister Hardened party-girl Driven, young millionaire Homeless, enslaved to heroine Lost and scared teen- baby on the way All the poor, broken, forgotten. All the crippled, drooling, loud, misunderstood. All the liars the thieves the betrayers the deceived. Jesus came for you.