Day Fourty and Eight

I feel like our conversations get a little one sided sometimes. Pouring my heart out through words, in type, spoken aloud, thoughts racing through my head. I sit and wait for your reply. If I listen best to words, why won't you speak? Why can't you bend to my expectations and speak your heart in a way I can understand. Why must the challenge be mine to push forward with. I vaguely sense your response in the broken bread and the empty pews. God, why does it have to be so complicated in my mind and simple in yours?

Day Fourty and Seven

God why are people so mean?
what goes on in their heart
that causes so much disdain

did they loose a child
a parent
a friend

did they give trust
to find denial and pain

fired from a job
married an alcoholic
suffer from depression

In my mind
I create their calamaties
making actions excusible

cutting in line
swearing at a child
beating a spouse
thinking only of themselves

I offer this prayer
for made up calamities
and the people who live them

Fourty and Six

I feel little today
running around
bumping into knees

Tired of people
jerking my arm around
telling me where to go

Stooping God
on your knees
holding my hand in yours

In this big world
full of jerks
you toddle along side us

Day Fourty and Five

I forget to breathe
holding it in
forcing it out
ruach

in unison we gather
you send me out
pneuma

in rhythm
you are my life
sacred spirit

Forty and Four

Never what they expect
"you don't look like a pastor"

yeah it's the boobs,
a dead give away

I don't look like the middle-age
man in a suit
they have come to assume
is you

Glad you ditched the flowing robes
and wavy white hair
tweed and seersucker isn't much better

I may not look like a pastor,
you may not look like God
the boobs always keep them guessing

Day Forty and Three

Box stores have become
my own personel hell

The backwards sliding doors
squinting in the florsecent
that bounces off the shiny floors

I become overwhelmed
with a desire tough to control

sale signs and specials
call out my name

you need me
your life is better with me

God, get me out of here.

Day Fourty and Two

I realize human existence is a complicated thing
you put a lot of work into us
I can't help but wonder...

Why wait on the teeth?
Plenty of mammals born with them
they seem to do just fine.

Then we could skip over
the cranky, feverish
sleeplessness nights

Piercing and throbbing
through tender pink gums

It seems unfair,
I'm just saying.