Humble

From Rags to Riches

From Rags to Riches Seated on a lofty perchshe held her Persian head high.Thank You for allowing meto perceive the subtle dignitythat elevated a homeless felineto the stature of royaltydespite her humble surroundings. There is kindness presentwhere animals...

Tick-Tock

Tick-Tock Time is like air,it's a background to everything.It's always there, and like things always there,I can sometimes take it for granted,or not use it wisely. I yearn to spend my time like diamonds,creating premium moments;leveraging minutes for masterpieces,upgrading conversations into communion,allowing the...

One, Big, Happy

One, Big, Happy Our driveway is a lot for rental cars,our basement a campsite:blankets on couches,air mattresses, sleeping bags.Upstairs, the cacophony of catching up:Look how the kids have grown!How was the vacation?Gee, I miss Gram.Thank You for bringing us together.Thank You for gathering us safely.Thank You...

Poultice for the Soul

Poultice for the Soul Nobody reads the newspaperthe next day because,well it’s old news.Please help me find a wayto put these things behind me...yesterday’s ways,old habits,antique relationships,limited mind-set.Clear the decks for meto make way forthe bounty,the beauty,the...

Hotline to Heaven

Hotline to Heaven You have to admit:You made me mouthy,gave me big dreamsand great expectations.I even carry a portable soapboxwith me in case I need to vent. But whatever I need to say,and however I express it,I know You hear me.I might say it in a colorful way,but always intend reverence,

Humility

Humility Humble me.Make me small enough to fit on the head of a pin,lest I believethat Your deeds are mine.All the good I accomplishpours forth from You;I am merely a vessel.And when I know this fully,there will be no diminishment,only awe.

The Temple

The Temple Remind me that You live here,that You designed this bodyas a place for us to meet,an instrument to serve You,a vessel through which I exploreand experienceYour diverse creation.Teach me to revere it as You do,to protect and honor it,to forgive it when necessary.Like me, it is...

Knees on the Ground

Knees on the Ground Not a catchy songfrom an idolized show.Just a simple reflectionupon genuflection andhow difficult it's becomewith each passing yearto bend and re-straightenwithout a cringe and a sigh.Sometimes my kneestake it upon themselvesto voice their displeasure;