Spilling Gold

I refuse Now To be silenced. Their words wisp to me and away Twisting my heart And making me want close my mouth But I can’t keep it down any longer. My voice will pour out of me Like gold Lava flowing hot and glowing Reaching out tongues of fire That cannot be cut off….

Being A Woman After the Election

I recently wrote this post for a blog in my church denomination that is working for the better treatment of women and girls. Check out that blog here. In the weeks following the election I have felt a sinking feeling in my heart…a feeling that I wish weren’t so familiar. My heart sinks to a…

Interfaith Service Prayer

A colleague and friend of mine at a local university asked me to lead a prayer at an interfaith prayer service which addressed hate crimes in our city, country and world. I and a protestant student at the university led the following prayer together. It is adapted from a call and response of the Lord’s…

Receiving

  This poem is for my dear friends and family who have taught me to receive over the past few months of unemployment, uncertainty and fear. I’m not very good at receiving…but maybe you’re helping me get better at it.  For once There is simply Nothing That I can give. Jobless and moneyless Exhausted and…

Something’s Coming

A lot has just happened And we’re still reeling a bit From the wild around us In us And traveling through us to leave us behind. We’ve forgotten our beauty and strength In the middle of everything, But Something’s coming. I can feel it. Something’s coming And it’s good. It will make us live, Dear…

Something Mighty

Here and now I see that I’ve been Something mighty All along. I’ve been told All things different Of course. And I’ve believed them. But now I see My advantage: Strength when least expected Beauty that won’t be hidden Thriving and certainty, And the speaking truth with grace From the pain of experience. Something mighty…

Confession

I imagine this poem being read in worship during a time of confession.  You say love is patient But my anxious heart Over and over Taps her feet and squirms. You say love is kind But my tongue isn’t always so much. You say love does not envy But I wonder if I am all…

God is Weird (and you can’t convince me otherwise)

As soon as I arrive, the questions begin: “Who did God knock up to have Jesus? Who’s God’s baby mamma anyway? Sorry to be asking all these questions, church lady, But I just Don’t Get it.” And those questions lead to more: “So who is Jesus really? And did he leave us here all alone?”…

Boxes

The others with me They seem to know Exactly where you want them And they seem to fit In all these perfect boxes. I (on the other hand) Struggling with finding myself In all and in nothing, A piece in all the boxes But none a perfect fit. But you’re the God of “otherness,” right?…

Trapeze

The expanse is wide Between where I am And where I will be soon. Endings. Transitions Newness, uncertainty… And not without a little anger too. I feel myself gripping the bar, Sweaty, sticky palms On cold metal. This platform won’t hold me forever, I know, But what if I slip? What if those hands on…

You Will

It takes a while sometimes To know Beyond a shadow of any doubt That you are worth Being celebrated. Yes! You are worth being celebrated Just as you are Without any extra talents or smarts And not because of them either, But simply just because You exist. You’re an image bearer. You are loved for…