Life Hangs in the Balance

Life hangs in the balance
As each labored breath
Shortens the distance
Between time and eternity

The rise and fall of the tide
Before crashing into the immovable
And leveling out
Finding a new shore

It does no good to resist
The inevitable, unavoidable
We waste what we have
Trying to stop what we can’t
In those moments of life finding regret
Not peace

We are always between
Where we are
And where we are going
To arrive at the destination
We must know the Way

Life hanging in the balance
What a silly phrase
Too often we are not sure
On which side of that balance
Is life

So while we hang on to this blessed breath
Our fragile breath
Rises and falls
Crashing into the shore of eternity

We hang in the balance between
Life and death
Perhaps we hang on
Because we are not sure
Which side is life, and which death

Our forever awaits
Leaving death behind
We find life
Not for a moment
Or a while
But life
Beyond time and compression
Beyond words and songs
Beyond…
And yet,
Once we are there
we know
We belong

Life is hanging in the balance
Are we ready to let go and embrace?
Are we ready to live now
For the life that awaits?

Whiter Than Snow

“Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord:  through your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; thought they are red like crimson, they shall be come like wool.”

Dingy streets filled with the dirt and clutter of life

They are worn and weary from the comings and goings of life

The noise of life overpowers the screams of our souls

Then a single pure flake captures our attention

Almost impossible to focus on

But hard to ignore

Then…just as the first appeared

A rush of snowflakes falling into the dingy intersections of our lives

Blanketing the worn and weary comings and goings of our lives

The screams of our souls are heard and honored

By the dizzying snowflakes clapping silently together as the fall

Their presence, not their sound drowns out the noise that fills our lives

Changing the landscape to something almost unrecognizable to its former self

No longer dingy, worn, weary

Beautiful, pure, gleaming

Reflecting the light of the sun

Fall From Grace?

How far then is a fall from grace?

It may be impossible to measure, if measurable at all,

What do we do to earn grace?

If it is earned then it is not grace

Grace by its very definition is unmerited favor.

The great sorrow in a fall from grace is that it shatters

It shatters that picture perfect way that we see ourselves

In that moment the greatest pain, is the reality that we are not as we thought ourselves to be.

In those moments it is not grace that has failed us, but our flawed image of self.

It is grace that sustains us, gives us permission to see ourselves and others as God see us…fallen…already

The beauty then in this broken image of ourselves is in grace, we are given then image of one who is beautiful.

We have never fallen from grace, but perhaps have fallen from our pedestals to the grace that gives life.

It is in grace that we truly see and understand our humanity and need.

It is in grace that we find who God is.

Great Poetry Reveals

Good poetry describes, great poetry reveals.

The writer and reader find themselves present together in discovery.

Discovering in our loneliness and brokenness, we are

And we are not alone.

The world reminds us we are only human,

While a gentle smile and reassuring glance remind us, it is ok.

Hoping not to be lost in the vastness of life,

Wanting both to find and be found.

Looking for significance in that which makes us both human and unique,

Finding commonality in our condition, and comfort in our presence.

Drawn to each other by our sense of smallness.

Finding ourselves present together in discovery.

 

A Matter of Taste

Which is better to hoard crumbs or share a feast?

The answer may seem simple,
but when it comes to life,
appetites can be deceiving in a world ruled by our stomachs.

The taste for what we believe is ours
Seems sweet for a while
But is not great enough to sustain
and so to celebrate its possession
Only seeks to make us and our world smaller.

The taste for what we know to be blessing
Is the nectar of our souls
Nourishes us in its abundance
And so to celebrate its provision
Only seeks to free us to receive
and bless us give

It’s a matter of taste.

I Am Grateful…

I Am Grateful…

To the ones who chose to serve
In times of ware or times of peace

To the ones who count the privilege
As much as the cost

To the ones who lived their lives
Willing to die to protect freedom

To the with the courage
To put boots to their convictions

To their families who daily sacrifice
For the service of their loved one

To those lives that are remembered
As the costly price of freedom

To those who have served, are serving, and will serve
I am honored and humbled by your service and sacrifice.

God Bless Our Veterans and their Families

 

The Moon

The Moon

I sit in speechless wonder, how many

Have you drawn into your trance, how many

Sailors have you guided through the darkened deep, how many

Star crossed lovers have met under your gaze, how many

Wolves have howled in worshipful response, how many

Children have dreamed about walking on your rocky surface, how many

Upon arrival look back putting the world and their lives in perspective, how many

Months or years since I took notice of your beauty?