Tiny impressions

Listen well to the quiet whispersOf the backwaters of the soul,The evasive undertones of a melody yet to be sungThe teasing phrases of unwritten scriptsThe seed of a great enterprise yet to be launchedThe inkling that she might be one-Lie mysteriouslyIn the depths of our consciousnessWaiting to be taken a hold ofAnd held fast for […]

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Temple

There is a placeWhere fears are stilledHearts are liftedBurdens are lessenedAnd hope awakened:The temple.We do not go to the templeTo make a name for ourselvesTo have our preferences metOr to have people applaud usFor we are not the ones being worshipped.We go to the templeTo see for ourselves that the story of lifeIs larger than […]

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The moment of belonging

When do strangers become friends?When does a name go from beingJust another one on a clipboardTo one committed to memory for life?When does a visitorChoose to become a regular?When does a nationGo from a place you visitTo a base you leave from?When does a hand you once stiffly shookBecome the hand youNever want to let […]

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Burning Bush

The time we spendSeeking the Face of GodIs not time taken awayFrom ‘practical’ things.It is not a waste of down timeTo spend our SundaysIn the house of God,Nor is it a misuse of resourcesTo give money to the church.The visions and propheciesWe read in scriptureAre not delusionsNor are they opiates of the people.Like Moses, when […]

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His weapons are mighty

And are able to turn the tide Far more effectively than yours: The guilt tripping,  The manipulation  The wishful thinking. He knows what it takes  To make an old man new  To bring a dead woman to life, For His weapons are mighty  Destroying not just the obstacles we see But the very constructs behind […]

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A coin in His pocket

We are not expansive enoughTo know how significantOur lives are going to be in the end.Maybe we will be celebratedAnd our efforts will have countedFor generations to come,Maybe our work will be creditedTo another,Maybe we will be cancelled posthumouslyMaybe no will remember us.Either way, we won’t be thereTo make a better case forThe life we […]

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Dinner Table

We become fuller versionsOf ourselvesThrough the people we choose toEat with,We share fresh familiar mealsThat all at once bring back old memoriesAnd usher in a warm senseOf future possibility.Fathers and mothersBreak bread at the table,Feeding the childrenWith food and wisdomIn equal measure.Mama brings out the cake-The icing is as thickAs the love she smothers us […]

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On being too woke

To be able to “see through everything” Is not a gift of insight, But rather it is the worst kind of blindness. The person who can go a lifetime  Without ever living deeply for anything, The professional skeptic who  Never quite devotes them self To anything more than their own opinion, Is not sophisticated- They […]

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Staying for the right reasons

It is not wiseNor is it sustainableTo endure difficult thingsOut of guilt,Or obligation.Life is complicated,Confusing at timesConvoluted.It’s one thing to want to be somewhereBecause its the best you’ve encounteredAnd have no real reason to complain,Quite another when you areAgonizing,Suffering to do the right thing.Jesus sweated bloodWhen faced with the prospectOf what it would takeTo love […]

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The church is not a product

To buyNor a show to attendNor a business to invest in-It is a body to belong to.Those that sit in her pewsAre not audience membersSeeking entertainment,They are members of a symphony,Participants in a dance a dance of graceWhere sinners get their day ofReckoning with mercy,Where the imperfectMeet PerfectionWhere crooked motivesAre made whole,Where the work ofSelf-deternination […]

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