Tag: Poem

Posted in Spoken Word

a mid-Lent poem

Posted on by Wick

several weeks now we’ve journeyed
deeper into a new “Lent”
a moment of pause seems appropriate
to survey the time we have spent

you may have been fasting from something
to separate wanting from need
examining our own dependence
vs. asking Jesus to intercede

it may be that you have added
a practice to deepen devotion
discovering new depths of Divine Love
like moving from pool to the ocean

but perhaps you may have forgotten
or thought such a practice for others
you wonder if there is still time to know
new practice or freedom from druthers

there are still three weeks left ’til Easter
each morning a fresh invitation
to invite His Spirit to soften our hearts
and offer us New liberation

will you invite new freedom from worry?
will you allow His peace to arrive?
will you attune to the depths of His Love,
released from all burden to strive?

God meets you even in this moment
As your heart considers the odds
This season can prepare your heart to be Loved
As we pause to remove all facades

Posted in Different Moments, Spoken Word, Uncategorized

all it takes.

Posted on by Wick

give me a river with water on the move
give me a Saturday with nothing to prove
give me some time with my siblings laid back
let such be reminders there’s nothing I lack

give me sun shining around every bend
and shade from the trees, my skin to defend
crisp cool water and breeze to remind
wealth and pleasure are both here defined

flip flops and ability to take a breath deep
nothing to offer and nothing to keep
my wife and kids still happily dry
we’ll be reunited when evening is nigh

for now, shared experience of silence and sound
in such invitation, a deepness abounds
waters here shallow are blind to our depths
calm conversation one easily accepts

the current pulls forward in narrowing ways
and slows to a sabbath while widening praise
reflecting the goodness of One who has made
the land and the water, the sun and the shade

I sip from the water I’ve brought contained
and gulp with thanksgiving til nothing remained
the music of stillness, no ripples or wakes
healing relaxation, this is all it takes

Posted in Spoken Word

ascension day

Posted on by Wick

some imagine Jesus
lifted like balloon
floating off the mountain
past the sun and mooon

those who so imagine
look up high in prayer
envisioning our savior
somewhere “way up there”

yet as we read the story
and as we’ve studied space
we recognize this moment
was less about a “place”

Jesus was raised to glory
with the Father united
“taken up” unto the throne
our Triune God, delighted

it’s true that they were “looking up”
gazing where they last had seen
wondering where Jesus goes
and what it might now mean

yet “up” we know is relative
to where on earth you stand
we’ve seen the moon and stars above
all born at His command

so what if He was “taken up”
into a realm right here?
instead of praying “up” to God
we pray to Him as near?

near to all our suffering
near to every joy
near as we today create
and near as we destroy

what if God desired to take
the veil that makes us blind
to see His glory which surrounds
with both our eyes and mind

not as something distant
a million miles apart
nor as something intangible
only within our heart

an actual reality
which we’re created for
just like the world we now know
but in so many ways, more

that “more” is something offered
by His Spirit where you are
turn to Him, now knowing
He isn’t very far