A Blessing for a New Day

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Inhale.
Breathe deep the life of a new day.

As energy surges through all that has rested in the darkness,
May the light of morning awaken you to hope.

May grace find its way to your heart,
Releasing you to an expansive love,
Unprotected and free.

May love make its way to your brain,
Breaking open your thought loops of not-enough-ness,
With the deep knowledge of your cherishedness. 

May your cherishedness travel to your hands,
Allowing you to embrace others
In the same way you have been held.

May peace go to your gut,
Calming the churning insides of fear,
And creating space to feel the difficulties of life
Without letting their acids get the best of you.

May wonder grab hold of your ears,
Opening them to the delight of laughter
That is dancing its way around this world. 

May courage push through the tired muscles of your legs, all the way to your feet,
Giving you strength to turn from the regrets of yesterday
And walk expectantly towards new challenges,
Bringing all of yourself along for the ride.

May desire reach your eyes,
Giving you vision to see past the illusions of what you think you want,
To the inmost longings for that which really matters.

May beauty journey to your tongue, 
Giving you a taste of eternal contentedness
And a hunger to create more.

May the Spirit who hovered over the beginning of all things
Like a mama bird protecting her young,
Speak new life to your soul
And carry you into the future.

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I have been reading the lovely book To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings by John O'Donohue. In it he says,
 "Despite all the darkness, human hope is based on the instinct that at the deepest level of reality, some intimate kindness holds sway. This is the heart of blessing."

It is a beautiful work that is inspiring me to speak words of blessing to those around me. Whatever your day holds, in some small way, I pray these words of mine remind you of the intimate kindness of the Divine. 

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Father Forgive Them, They Do Not Know

Last year, I wrote a series of three poems used for reflection during my church's Good Friday service. I decided to repost them this year, one Wednesday, one Thursday, and one Friday, in the hope they may help us remember the great sacrifice that happened before the joy of Easter.

May these words remind us of the depth of Christ's love for us.


How did they not know what they were doing?
It seems like they should have known.

Those people
Who lied and schemed.
Who struck and ridiculed.
Who yelled and stared.
  

Maybe some understood the gravity of their choices.
Maybe others preferred the ease of going along with the crowd.

While the True King was dying for His Kingdom,
They held ever tighter 
to the kingdoms of their own making.

Yet,
To all those who were there,
To the conscious participators
And subconscious enablers,
 Jesus cried,
"Father, forgive them, they do not know what they are doing"  

Shame on them.

But what about us?

What about our secrets?
Those thoughts and actions we conceal.
Those sins we think are only hurting ourselves.

Do we know the real damage done?
Do we know how our hidden agendas
Contribute to the suffering of Christ?

Do we know what we are doing?
When we can’t seem to satisfy our hungers
When we let our never-ending need 
for just a little bit more
Control the way we live.

Do we know what we are doing?
When we climb our way up the mountain of validation.
When we let our desires turn to striving turn to competition 
And step on the backs of others to get where we want to go.

Do we know what we are doing?
When we lust and envy and hate. 
When we let our conscience embrace the lie
That people are objects to be manipulated
Instead of souls to be loved.

Our sins are a cancer
That has overwhelmed us.
But the consequence,
The death, 
Is taken by Christ.

With our spoken words and hidden thoughts
With what we do and what we fail to do.
We hold the hammer
And drive the nails deeper into His flesh.

Yet, 
He cries for us now 
What He cried for others then.
This is why He came.
This is why He died.
"Father, forgive them, they do not know what they are doing."

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You Came

I have a new respect for songwriters and other artists.  

This past Sunday, I wrote a spoken word style poem that was performed during our Sunday church service. I was terrified. Seriously. It is nerve-wracking to put something like that out there for people to see. I'm surprised I didn't throw up.

So I thought, why not make it even more public by putting it on this blog? {Gulp} And take it up a notch by making it a vlog? {Double Gulp}

I've heard a lot lately about facing fears, so here we go...

 


This poem was inspired by the intersection of my faith story and the story of the man born blind in John 9. I hope it helps you think about what Jesus can do when He comes into your life.

(Note: I don't know what I'm doing when it comes to video. Sorry about having it oriented wrong. Hope all else works well. If the embedded video doesn't work, you can also watch it here.)

You Came

The question swirled

What brought me here?

Searching

Wandering

Propelled by fear?

 

And then,

You came near

 

Who were you?

I didn’t know at first

But You reached down

Pulled me out

From the center of my worst

 

You came

Teaching

Healing

Loving

Revealing

 

You came

Put Your hands on my face

Delivered your grace

 

You came

Stretched into the muck

Broke me free

Released the future

And what I could be

 

You came

Generous

In the midst of life’s mess

 

You came

Light for my darkness

Companion in my loneliness

 

You came,

And changed my name

from “less”

To “righteousness.”

 

Your words poured out,

And streamed over my doubt.

Not to make it disappear

Or instantly make the cloudy clear

But to change

My heart

To rearrange

My life.

 

You came

Full of love with no condition

The way you saw

Restored my vision

 

You came

Into my crazy, You breathed peace

The grip of my anxieties released

 

You came

The search of my heart personified

The animation of hope that had petrified

 

Since You came

I know

I am

not dead.

Since You came

I know

I am

Your

beloved.

 


I am indebted to Maggie for her wonderful performance of this on Sunday at The Table, as well as her editing help. It's an honor to be part of such a wonderful community.