Resolution for the New Year

Breathe. Just breathe in the sharp ice air that stings the hollows of my nose and mingles with the blood that flows to each hair follicle, through each artery, each vein, fueling my stops and starts toward home, warming my wind-whipped skin, sinking deep into the marrow of each bone. Breathe. Just breathe out the…

Sestina for Dad

Today is your birthday– or was. I don’t know what it is now that you are dead–just a shadow to remind us that last year we gave you tickets to a KU game–tickets for you and Matt to celebrate the day; a festive end to a pretty good year. We didn’t know how near to…

Why the Silence

As some of you know from Facebook, as some of you may have guessed through my recent silence, my dad passed away last week. On Thursday, March 7. In a hospice room at St. Francis hospital in Wichita. With the sun shining and the Hallelujah Chorus playing on my brother’s ipad. Facing his bride of…

Post-Easter Sestina

Reading the Bible and writing poetry in a quiet house.  Life is good today. Thank you for your words for my sestina.  The poem I wrote is below.  If you’ve written one, I’d love to see it!  You can send it to me via the “Contact” page–and let me know if I am allowed to…

A Poetry Project

I love to play with words–their sounds, their flexibility, their clarity and their ability to obscure.  I suppose this playfulness can get irritating in a preacher.  So I’m going to channel some of that energy into poetry.  Yesterday I re-read and slightly revised a sestina that I wrote during our Lenten Creative Arts Retreat. Sestinas…

Reflection on Baptism and Wilderness

Here is a sestina I wrote as a reflection on my own baptism and on this week’s reading from Mark 1. Sestina: Baptism At eight-years-old I gave my life to Jesus–or at least that’s what I promised before my dad–our pastor–dunked me in the water. And up I came–a new creation, my sins cleaned away,…

For Epiphany

I found a treasure online that I want to share with you on this day of Epiphany.  Here is a sound recording of T.S. Eliot reading his poem “Journey of the Magi.” The words to the poem are printed on the page as well, but I recommend listening to it with your eyes closed. I…