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Continue reading →: Stasis
A chanting mourning dove drives the knees. A prayer of no words. Groans prostrate like shadows at sunrise. The stasis of loss.
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Continue reading →: Wherever I Go, Sometimes I’m Someplace Else.
Lost eye contact, and Leonardo painted Judas’s elbow on the table. Glazed over, while churches burn and burn out, riddled prayer meetings. Disorientation, dislocation from home, then over now. Winking. Social media and sound bites seeking Temple sweat. Our attention deficits, especially with Man behind the…
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Continue reading →: Open Field. A Poem.
The clouds tucked and turned southwest, a direction they rarely float, bringing a cool stream of air over the back fields. The repentant sky cap chills weighted thoughts, and drags me into the undertow of humility and regret. Humilty, common and unnoticed, like the spaces between the tall…
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Continue reading →: Exchanging Letters 2
Dear God, As I sit here in this moment listening through the cracked window, how I wish to sing every morning like the sparrows, and fly like the barn swallows. How I hope to enter into exactly what you created me to be. Not to draw attention, but to give…
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Continue reading →: Why Two Days Changed My Fussbudgetness.
Lucy, from the comic strip Peanuts, was often referred to as a fussbudget. Over the past few years I have become a fussbudget, my heart traipsing around the landscape of complaint, unbelief, and fear. Recently I described it to someone as brooding. I can’t seem to nail down a solid…
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Continue reading →: Mother’s Day Dreamer
I woke up about 4:00 a.m. and looked down the hall at the fridge, hoping to see Little Miss Midnight Mouse eating the cottage cheese in her blue nightie. There she was, her hunched frame aglow. She turned around and smiled her dark chocolate eyes at me and raised…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
Slip off your shoes, before the dew distills the spirit of this day. Stroll the field for evidence between your toes, wet blades sewing. Cup your ears, to hear the sun paint the top of the sycamore. Praise with the white of your teeth, head bowed to…
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Continue reading →: Exchanging Letters 1
Dear God, Sorry I left you behind. Sorry for the fear of you. The hesitant kind of fear that brushes you off and finds ways to hide behind pride. Maybe you are a big black lady in a sundress making breakfast in a secluded Shack. Big enough to hide behind.…
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Continue reading →: Prayer, Sunday Morning
Touch deep unto deep, And scour my spirit Of all derision. Cleanse me of all Circular thoughts Of piercing despair. Awaken my soul To trust beyond reason. To rest between the lines. Settle me in the crux Of Your mystery, Grace and truth.
Gerald the Writer 