Saturday, July 4, 2009
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?
Friday, July 3, 2009
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
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
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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
holding it in
forcing it out
ruach
in unison we gather
you send me out
pneuma
in rhythm
you are my life
sacred spirit
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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
"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
Monday, June 29, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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.
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.
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