Judas

it was with washed feet

that he left the table,

served, humbly,

loved completely,

he left the table,

left the table,

his friends,

his friend,

his teacher,

but, perhaps,

most notably himself,

he could have returned,

come to himself as the

lost one had in that parable,

woken up, smelt the roses,

seen the truth…

he could have…

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I could have….

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It was with washed feet

that he left the table,

a plan formed,

a desire stirring,

betrayal of his friend,

his teacher,

his accept-er and healer,

and so he walked away

from washed feet,

into the dust and grime

of the night,

neither turning, nor returning

he could have come to himself….

woken up, smelt the roses seen the truth…

it was with washed feet that he left the table…

he could have tunred

returned

come to himself,

he could have…..

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I could…..

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Hilltop…

I climb,

to be,

to know,

to pray,

to seek,

to see …

to connect,

and the stones

beneath my feet cry praise

as heaven touches earth,

over and over, drawing me to silence,

to silent yearning ..

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I climb to escape

myself, my selfishness

and

there in my brokennes

I am received,

perfectly imperfect …

this is the power

of the hilltop encounter, a

simple sacrament

of healing…

so I will climb…

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silence

sweat bleeds here,

kneeling,

groaning,

aching

waiting,

hoping

for light that does not come….

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silence

is heavens reply

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then turmoil and chains,

whips, thorns,

rough wood,

nails

tearing flesh,

and love lies dying

broken open…

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silence is

heaven’s reply

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then with a desperate cry

life is gone,

light extinguished,

darkness falls…

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heaven is still silent

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Not ready for Holy Week….

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I am not ready for Holy Week,

the perfume of my devotion lays

stoppered on the shelf,

and I am fussing over

things that seem needful,

distracted by my  thoughts…

I am not ready for Holy Week,

though my Palm Cross

reminds me of yesterdays tale

of power subverted,

I am still asking who you are,

and how your life speaks to our world today…

I am not ready for Holy Week,

but I am never ready, never prepared

for the outpouring of grace that greets me

in every step your story takes; but

I will watch as history unfolds

and you enfold us in

love again…

I am not ready for Holy Week,

I cannot be ready for the powerful

reminder of your givenness, of your

challenge to the status-quo;

I am not ready, but I am willing

to enter…

Will you meet me here?

Can I be transformed, even again..?

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Betrayal…

whispers in dark corners,

nudges, winks,

glances….

all the time

betrayal lurked,

close at hand,

he was one of us,

yet not one of us,

for in his head another plan

was forming,

in his head

he knew a better way,

so he moved in the shadows,

whispering in corners,

plotting,

scheming,

nudging,

winking

planning a downfall…

betrayal lurked close

perhaps it still does…..

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show me ( a prayer)

show me what is right,

where to use my passion,

and my power,

(for to deny that I have power

is perhaps the greatest lie that I can tell,)

teach me to choose to take the towel,

the lower place,

the lesser path,

to place my footsteps

into the steps of he

who clung to nothing

emptied himself of everything,

taking the way of the cross,

of blood soaked sweat,

fought through the veil of tears,

and gave and gave, and gave again…

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like him,

I know who I am, and whose I am,

so I take the mantle lightly,

a yoke, to walk and work

in the unforced rhythms of grace

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show me what is right,

where to use my passion, and my power….

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Here….

Here I rise,

through recognition

I rise,

caught unaware by

loves glance,

stirring an awakening

within me…

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Here I rise,

through that awakening

I rise,

for life calls deep

to deep within…

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Here I rise,

at last in the knowledge

that you will not leave me

I rise,

I am found by you

even when I miss you

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Here I rise

to love

and awakening life…

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