Sabbath

Take away noise

 Take away sound

Give me instead the sheep and the cows

Take away words

Take away hands

Hide me inside of the ancient lands

Take away excess

Take away lack

Hold me close to what brings me back

Take away fear

Take away loss

Lead me to the foot of the cross

That I may find that I am found 

That I may see that joy abounds

In giving it up and letting it all go

In trusting in your word that says no and yet says yes to more than we know or could dare to dream or imagine, that shows love beyond what we can fathom. That gathers and enfolds, where we are told, you are not forgotten or too old but you are new each day and free to say I trust you Lord. Have your way. 

This is a year that starts with You.

One Body

 You and I 

Are the sea and sky.

Our salty lips have mingled and met and yet 

how 

quickly we forget

as the distance we traversed 

is now 

rhythmically 

dis joint ed.

The Magic of Water

The sound of the water

leads where you must linger.

Follow it in its steady drip, in its heady grip, in its unrelenting hit.

Follow the smell of the rush,

of the crush,

of the crash, 

of the thrash, 

of the truth, 

of your youth.

Follow the noise that makes old men boys, that makes hearts ache and quake but not break.

Follow the path made by lost sheep and wandering feet, finding they stand in unseen lands.

Follow it because you may and because you must because in doing so you might

just

find again

that which has long been held in its pools and hold it at last in your own two hands, drinking it deep, you and it and the memories you keep drawn down down down. Hiding, hidden, home.