Today, if you hear his voice

Holy Week Sonnet Number 5 from Jesus, to you and me"I have desired this moment eagerly,And here, at last, we are together, friends.Please share my table; please come eat with me;It is the last of our beginning's end,Until it's finished I will not partakeOf food, or drink, or any comfort's kind.My ends lie far beyondContinue reading "Maundy Thursday Poem"

Ripeness means letting go. The hard fruit hangs on. It's from the weakness the sweetness flows -- God rolls his fruit on the lawn.

This book smells like someone else's house,Has an inscription written to someone else,Notes scrawled in the pages, Which are hard to decipher.But the book is mine now It's for meIn a second way.It was pillowcases at my sleepoversThat first made me feel this-- This other kindOf belonging,Not the one I was born with--One I neverContinue reading "At Least Two Kinds of Belonging"

The day I learned the roaming range of squirrelsMy life grew large with neighbors small and gray,Who know as no one else I know each burlAnd branch that grows a few miles from their dray.Said dray these made inside a hole in frontOf my brick house. Right here in my yard’s tree,Whose name I doContinue reading "Belonging to Squirrels — A Friday Sonnet"

A man closed eyes around the sound that sungDownstairs to an untidy living room;And knew just then, with his heartstrings unstrung,That one day too soon he would need to exhumeThis memory. And one single-note thread,Sung by grief and joy, would surface this song:The chattering roar of going to bed;Two boys, giddy with sleep, playing strong.Continue reading "Listen Now with Love"

Here is some inspiration for you as you relish the quiet this weekend. I hope you have some. The Sudden Silences  The moment when the starlings start to fly A sudden hush fills ears to empty brims, As trees spill noisy swarms into the sky, Now silenced by their million-feathered wind.  The moment when you surface from theContinue reading "The Sudden Silences"

Two weeks ago, on my last Sunday with Circle of Hope as pastor, the congregation organized some time for storytelling and blessing to send my family off with love. Thanks to Rob Lairmore, especially, for organizing. Dani Vazquez told a story about our time together at the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore in July ofContinue reading "Moonrise on the Michigan Dune: A Friday Sonnet"

January is a great time for sunrise observation. Here's a reflection after another beauty today. Light Comes Lateby Ben White Light comes lateThrough impossible branchesOf lake lining,Horizon heavingCanopyNaked in winter.Jagged shapesAnd unimaginable lines,Stranger than you could thinkTo designScrawled against the sky.Back-lit byGray-blue brighteningToward orangeOr maybe pink –You never know by now.Dawn comesIn contrast, of course,UnpredictableContinue reading "Light Comes Late: A Friday Poem"

I was dumbstruck when I discovered the little resurrection pendant I had lost at least a year earlier in the parking lot of Circle of Hope's building in South Jersey. I had lost it and looked everywhere in my house but never even began to look elsewhere. Yet, there it was right next to whereContinue reading "Lost and Found Resurrection – A Sonnet"