What a Novel Idea!

About halfway through liturgy today I realized a few things.

1. It's Mother's Day.
2. There was not going to be a Mother's Day sermon. (The homily was on the reading from Acts.)
   
3. I'll never have to sit through another well-intentioned but just plain wrong Mother's Day sermon ever again. (No more plastic "jewels!")
   

And when I found myself thinking this, I told myself, Well, duh. Yes, had I considered it, I would not have been surprised. However, Mother's Day sermons aren't exactly high on my list of topics for contemplation!

Unexpected Oliphaunts

Oliphaunts are fearsome creatures, though the stories make one want to see them. Oliphaunts in Ithilien, however, are unnerving indeed! The storm itself is passed, though. I think. At least for now. And I'm still in one piece. Mostly. Some mending might be in order, but that will come in time.

Meanwhile, I have discovered something else that is unnerving. Butterfinger ice cream. It is orange and salty. Weird.

Suspended

mired in fear
grasping, clutching
holding on in desperation to
something i cannot keep
a story interrupted
a dream suspended
please
let me fall asleep again
please
write another chapter
or twenty
please
help me let go
open these hands
open this heart
help me trust
don't leave me here
don't ask me to walk
alone

Public Service Announcement

Sometimes "good" and "right" are very painful and bring along their very own lung squishing elephant.

Please Make Another Way

Holy is the Lord

Andrew Peterson
from "City on a Hill: The Gathering"

Wake up little Isaac
And rub your tired eyes
Go and kiss your mama
We’ll be gone a little while
Come and walk beside me
Come and hold your papa’s hand
I go to make an altar
And to offer up my lamb

I waited on the Lord
And in a waking dream He came
Riding on a wind across the sand
He spoke my name
“Here I am”, I whispered
And I waited in the dark
The answer was a sword
That came down hard upon my heart

Holy is the Lord
Holy is the Lord
And the Lord I will obey
Lord, help me I don’t know the way

So take me to the mountain
I will follow where You lead
There I’ll lay the body
Of the boy You gave to me
And even though You take him
Still I ever will obey
But Maker of this mountain, please
Make another way