This is not me talking here, this is from John Eldridge’s Book, the Sacred Romance. I find it noteworthy….. The Wildness of GodWe live our lives before the wild, dangerous, unfettered and free character of the living God….. Walter Brueggemann writes: The unknown Romancing or the Message of the Arrows- which captures the essence of life? Should we keep our…
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The Late Bloomer
The Late Bloomer (44″ x 60″) Watercolor and ink applied with a brush and a stick. “Late bloomers are prone to caution, to much reluctance. Late and bloom is a curious combination, an inference that something has bloomed but should have bloomed sooner. Though blooming late has its frustrations, it is better than not blooming at all. After all, there…
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Spring Fever
She belongs in the War of the Seasons collection.She is the same size as Winter Resisting Spring,on rice paper. Enormous. (approx. 25″x35″) Unlike Winter, Spring is content and expectant, having no inkling of the fast approaching summer heat. Unlike the lot ofus who are in the midst of it.
Tiptoe
(This is cropped from the center of a much larger painting)In a season of acute uncertainty, the woman came first to my mind. I saw her on tiptoe. I saw her shoes thrown over her shoulder. I did not know where she was standing. The table I was working on was just inside a window facing west. When I finished…
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Winter Resisting Spring
War of the Seasons SPRING FEVER “Now you will have noticed that nothing throws him into a passion so easily as to find a tract of time which he reckoned on having at his own disposal unexpectedly taken away from him.” ( The voice of Screwtape in C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters.) Notice how fiercely, Winter in her icy garb fights…
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Be the Truth We Say We Believe
The river is a heaven-cried tear only Jesus turns to stone. We are hatched from ice, born from glaciers. But we are not water. This is what we must remember: The water is other than us. But we can stand on the bullrush banks where rivers merge, some salt, some fresh water. We can be freedom’s fireflies, can toe ourselves…
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Walking Down the Same Road
Last Night Last Night We were walking down the same road and we were both crying, Both relieved and disappointed at being alive. We did not hold hands. Did not touch. There was no embracing. And our eyes were closed. As failures in love, the view, let alone an embrace, would have finished us off. The unthinkable truth of our…
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About Fire
I watched the flame go out. It happened so gradually, without last minute sputters and spits. I sank to the temptation of pretending its warmth. Instead of naming the dark, I searched for a match. I spent words striking it over and over but your sweat and my tears snuffed it. I hadn’t bargained for our skill at juggling dying…
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Who Doesen’t Know this?
The baby slept in the bed of a pickup. The bed of a pickup is not a safe place for a baby to sleep. Who doesn’t know this? The bed of a pickup is open to meteors, child snatchers, chronic low-grade fevers, and other things involving death. A pickup is used for transporting dirt. What happened is this: a 2×4…
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Consider the Flower
Consider the flower Don’t pick it Don’t make it into a movie Don’t use it as a tool Consider its shadow Consider its holy petals consider a woman consider a man consider lips and ears consider the sound of listening consider the risk of truth consider yourself consider the light consider the faith of your breath consider the ladder consider…
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On The Hunt
On the Hunt He has looked everywhere. He has looked in the heavens, in nature, in power, in relationships, in success, in symbols and dreams and stories and song. He will continue looking until he allows himself to be found.
A Cord of Three Strands
A Cord of Three Strands At first they thought it was all about them, (an understandable mistake). And in fact, it IS about them but not ALL about them. They are secondary to what IT is about. They thought their commitment, their cares, concerns, worries, struggles, hopes, dreams, frustrations….(those things), could be…
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