Worship & Waves
Tag: power
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
isn’t overlooking
transgressions;
it’s seeing them
in the their
fullest, most potent
essence,
and choosing
to reconcile anyway.
(Happy Palm Sunday!)
Testimonies of Nature
Now that the world is silent for a moment, may we again hear the cries of the wind, the whispers of the trees, and the cadence of the river, all, and at once, singing the song of their Creator, the source of trembling power and unexpected life.
Firestone Friday: Poem XXI
A powerful freedom
exists in knowing
that your identity,
your unchanging essence,
and your inextricable value,
do not rest
in production,
so whether you produce
triumphs or failures
or nothing at all,
you remain
as richly radiant
as you always have.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVIII
I
can
hear
my
kingdom
crumbling
in
your
voice.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem X
We all want to be the
person
community
business
country
with the bigger stick.
When are we going
to start building something
with all of these sticks?
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Touchstone Tuesday: Poem VI
It’s not that most connections
carry no love;
it’s that so many loves
can exist only in one space —
can survive only at the bar
or breathe only within an app.
To uncover a connection
worth pursuing
is to find a love that can flourish
at home
and in the streets —
Saturday night
and Sunday morning.
On Thunder & Power
Whence come tyrants, oppressors and despots,
castles, aristocracies, and upper classes?
Where of the earth comes this power
When none, more than another, knows what the thunder says?
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On Possession
I said she was mine
and he was mine.
They were mine.
And I swallowed them whole,
cherishing the explosive flavor of control.
Then, He came,
and pulled them from my throat.
He told me they were His.
They were all His.
But he didn’t devour them.
What kind of revolution is this?
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Wordsmith Wednesday – Poem III
Praise to poetry
for expression,
for its cure to depression —
for the wild thoughts it raises
for its universal phrases –
for culture and for flavor
for being a mental place saver —
for fervor and reflection
for emotional resurrection.
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Faith, Health, and Other Musings 