First and Last Post for 2010

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Yes, I'm taking the year off...or I guess seeing that I haven't posted anything much since October, I guess it'll be a little over a year before you read anything on this page...But you can find me on facebook on the weekends!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Wow--over a whole month and no posts here. I have lots of memories to write down, pictures to upload, and special moments to recognize...and hopefully I'll get to it soon. But it's nearly 11pm and I need to go to bed...what about you? Are you resting your weary head?

Rest
is
good.

Don't want to go in sleep-debt --spending more time awake than I should.
There really is enough hours in the day. I need to learn to spend them more wisely.
Lord, Your grace here, please.

a rainy season in my soul

A wet pillow
My heart pours out
Waters of my soul,
displaced
by this empty space
a longing for you

I cherish a few small lines of one of Iona's songs...a mostly instrumental song (for music often conveys what words cannot capture, right? Words can be too solid, too hard, too--i don't know?-- blatant--concrete--crushing--do you know what I mean?) Anyway, these few words do hit the mark in the middle of this beautiful song. Here's the lines I especially love and often sing

"An emptiness for you to fill
My soul, a cavern for your sea"

Oh, but to hear it is so much better--wow, the power of music! Here's the full lyrics to the song...if you can find it and listen to it, much better!

faith

So I'm shaking dust off these dry roots

Digging into the well, deeper

stretching to taste

The once familiar.

Starting to stregthen the feeble legs, weak knees

so what's lame might not be put out of joint, but healed'

I'm working my artistic muscles, but oh, it's coming so slow

Every poem
Every artistic canvas
Every movement, song, service

An act of faith

Faith ...
That I’m not the only one
With legs like stone
Heart of glass

That weakness exposed

leads to strength

That I’m not speaking to shadows
Not holding a mirror to myself alone

Faith ...
That one word can MOVE
can move a mountain

spark flames
cool a burn

Faith...
That an image can enter the soul
Not just the eye
And like a seed, grow

A new image, a new song
like a daughter,

a son

I’m a garden
Sown from many hands
Many do not know
Have never seen the things growing here

Never knew the resting place for their scattered seed

I'm a part of their promised land

Faith...

that I might be a hand to plant,

a seed carried on the wind
In Him, and through Him, and for Him
Every good and perfect gift is from Him

the First Word

theFirst Seed

Jesus, image of the invisible

the same, yesterday, today and forever

No shadow of turning in Him

I turn

I waver

I change in varying degrees of heat,

of pressure

All I am is nothing special

no different from another plain vessel

Let your seed remain the same

So get going, soul, create! See beyong the white of screen

the empty paper

Fill with drops of soul

Line with whispers of eternity

Call to simplicity

To you who know
what it is to
Think like a tangled vine

Choking life trying to rise
What it is to hurry

to analyze

and live inside a maze
Crushing seedlings
Trampling
On fertile ground
--It’s not time to run
Not time to uproot again

Pour water
Wait beneath the Sun
In it’s light
We become light,

and shed weight of

fleshly shell encasing

Able to push through debris

unfold new leaves

Arms spreading wide
Like a child