Four Walls

From tabernacle to temple
to the tablets of our hearts
mapping the four walls,
the roof and foundation,
the home of God
Now and before the Kings

Big enough to fill the creation
with his hand, his breath,
his wonder to behold
and small enough
to live in each human heart
ready to heed his invitation

12/21/05 16:30
See 2 Samuel 7:1-16

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Our Silent Night

A hush fell over the congregation
lights dimmed, cloaking us all
A glow grew, pew by pew
Candles clutched be each one, in wonder

The hymnal open to the familiar verses
Pages lit by the halo of newborn light
held in each hand.

We all murmured the prayer
living in the words
of our hope and your birth
that Silent Night

We were calm, serene
wrapped in your holy light

We joined the throng
‘round the virgin
and her wondrous child
Letting the light
fill our hearts

12/20/05 21:40

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Frozen Fog

Early Sunday morning
leaving the highway
Sparkles off the shoulder
draw our gaze

Light refracting and pulsing
new frost clinging
shrub and nettle,
goldenrod and milkweed
blanketed, crystallized
ablaze
in frozen fog


December 20, 2005 13:47

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Windward Dawn

We were alone with our thoughts
Warm breezes off the southerly ocean
murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse of sand
a solitary couple, alone with each other
for our wonderful show, repeated daily

Early morning on the beach
long before the commotion of day
gazing at the horizon and beyond
through bleary eyes,
thick with northern slumber
Ready to drink in the cascades of color
as the artist paints the windward dawn
before us

Reeling from the brightening sky
like fireworks too close
rich yellows morphing to white
ripping through clouds of grays,
slate blue, and whites
Ours alone to share
on our honeymoon
in our memories
in the whispered language
of love

December 16, 2005 16:25


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