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What I’m Into – Fall 2015

It's been a few months since I linked up with the lovely Leigh Kramer's What I'm Into monthly posts. I can't pull it together to share all my things with you every month, but here are a few of my favorites from the past few:   Favorite Instagram Ace's legwarmers for the win! Why are baby thigh rolls so extremely ...

Reflections for Holy Saturday

[caption id="attachment_3201" align="aligncenter" width="500"] "Buried" Copyright © 2012 Jan Richardson Images. All Rights Reserved.[/caption]   The Last of the Brooding Miserables by Mary Karr Lord, you maybe know me best by my odd laments: My friend drew the garage door tight, lay flat on the cold cement, ...

Daughters of Jerusalem (A poem for Holy Week)

In the past I've shared this poem, which I wrote a few years ago for my church, on Good Friday. This year I've decided to share it today, on Holy Wednesday, as we begin to retell ourselves the story of Easter. Daughters of Jerusalem from Luke 23:27-31   Blessed is the womb that never felt one tiny foot press ...

Advent Poetry Series: “Christ’s Mother Reflects: His Childhood”

Christ's Mother Reflects: His Childhood “...and for him to see me mended / I must see him torn.”   -Luci Shaw “Mary’s Song” He stood at the door, wet-faced and panting. in his hands three baby birds. They’re hungry, he sniffed, nested them in a bowl with grass, fed them worms until they died. After, ...

Advent Poetry Series: “Darkness”

Darkness For Behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people; but the Lord shall rise upon thee, and His glory shall be seen upon thee, and the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising. -Handel’s Messiah (from Isaiah, chapter 60) Immensity, cloister’d ...

Advent Poetry Series: “The Lord is With Thee”

The Lord is With Thee  from the Gospel of Luke, Chapter 1 They hail me Mary, full of grace. They bless me: brave, obedient—holy. What would you have said to the twelve-foot, light-soaked man, a gold flecked tower whose honey lips spoke your name? I said Yes. Then ran, traveled days, silent, hungry, purging in the ...

Advent Poetry Series: “Star”

For the next four days, now through Christmas Day, I'll be reposting the Advent poems I wrote four years ago. They were commissioned for John Knox Presbyterian Church in Seattle.      Star   “A great and wondrous sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon 
under her feet ...