Psalm 26
God,
there is no justice
in how I live.
I cast about for
integrity
and come up
with scraped knuckles
-and that is all.
God,
there is no justice
in how I live.
I cast about for
integrity
and come up
with scraped knuckles
-and that is all.
seeing always as
one
the cross & empty tomb
remember in college
a dorm-room door
w/a picture:
"SELF" on a grave stone.
what regression,
what rewind
walking backward & shining
into grave
dirt sucked into backhoe
and out into a pile
lifted out still, quiet
with make-up and a suit
and "waking" as the
angry boy i was
where to, the path
i thought i found,
the way i was learning
to learn,
waiting all day
but mercy still:
my childhood recedes
and most i've done
wrong
but what God forgets
i seem to keep
and all the
correction fluid
in all the world
simply will not do
(humiliation seems
not enough
to foster humility)
loving & faithful
trickling understanding
if i submit my
jealous rage
God be God
please
and forgive
(my sin is great
and great fun)
address the room
a question
who here is devout
and tell the
ayes
they have it
will souls find peace
(or even just
actually exist)
and will Your
children's children
inherit their parents' land
-is this truly the point
(please no)-
God whispers to
the devout;
sotto voce
reprove and reward,
quiet glimpses of
a promise
saying
heads up
I'll free you
from your traps
endless mercy
You say
and it will be needed
as my sickness
moves
as also despair
and problems enlarge
and pain
and look at all
my enemies
i don't remember
what i did
but look how much they
hate me
but keep me from my shame
and resurrect me
as Your own
(a smiling golem)
replace my past with
a future of integrity
and put wood in my spine
to be who You want.
redeem in me
a new jerusalem
9/15/06
brain cells
brain sells
This world is God’s
and all the sunsets and
mountains and
old-growth forests
in Oregon
(not to mention
small dying men
inhabiting
basements on Chicago’s
near northwest side).
But ascending into God
requires some form
of decency and love
(and probably
good hygiene).
The clean
shall find blessing.
Look hard to see the
face of God
and of your father
who sits in his chair
and looks tired, tired,
and tired
until he thinks
someone is watching.
No, don’t look.
Let God and
your dad
have their rest.
Oh, common ground
reveal yourself
and doors open wide:
God would march
this way.
Oh, sweet love & life &
hard work & sport &
death & loneliness &
confusion & anger & quietude
& joy &
sweet adoration of God’s goodness
reveal yourself
and doors open wide:
God might march
this very way.
1/05/06
if you had
a dad
you might love him
1. God holds me close,
and lets me know
that what I have
is more than
enough.
2. God shows me
glorious places
in creation
like the lake
and forest
where we camped.
3. In my darkest,
most deadly moments,
God points out to me
the absurdity
of it all
and I laugh;
God reminds me
of Goodness.
4. And though the
stink of death
is constant
in my home
God had made me
fearless
by making
divinity
clear to me,
by making
my journey
at all
possible.
5. A place is
set for me
at the
Feast of
the Lamb
and a place
for everybody else,
friend or foe.
and God has
designated me
to help host
this Feast.
There is food enough
and New Wine
for all.
6. There is Hope
for all of Life,
and a space
for all of being
helped
and all of
helping
as long as I
have breath
to draw.
3/15/05
lenten meditations past
If You are strong,
oh God,
I will show joy
and if you help me
(more)
I promise to
rejoice.
is the desire
of my heart
worth requesting
selah
Meet me on the
quad at school
seven years ago
with blessings
and crown me
king of then.
i ask for life
but it's been
forever already
Two weeks from now:
my triumphant return.
You will make my
face and hair
to shine.
should i expect
to see you
in chicago
and be glad
If I believe
hard enough,
rumor has it,
I will be unstoppable.
will Your
granite hand
crush my fear
I am sweating out
my doubts
in the heat of
this farmland,
being swallowed
by the fallow
fields.
i hope not to
poison this
land
The machines
of evil are waiting
there for me,
Monkey wrench them.
distract them
and i'll sneak
behind,
else they'll
shoot me
in my face
I plan to
feel joy
in Your strength,
and sing out loud.
8/18/05
in & out
we dance & shout
You are not too broken for God,
you worship the same one as Gustavo Gutierrez,
The God that surprises you
with quiet
and strengthens you
with talk of the Kingdom.
God remembers the
spark of divinity
with which you were born
and will ordain your efforts
if you make them.
God will grant you
a voice from your spirit:
you are completely
known.
God's people
rejoice in your choice
of life
and celebrate you
in the name of God.
Your prayers are
already answered.
God offers you life
and hears you weeping.
You could trust in your
human violence
or you could
expect the wholeness
of Shalom.
That violence will fail you:
You are of
Resurrection People
and may stand up
straight.
God saved you already.
Allow God
to hear you.
7/30/76
3 to go now