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Who am I?

More than an amalgamation
of physical and psychological.
More than my failure;
more than my success.
More than the sum of days.
More than what I’ve acquired;
more than what I’ve left behind.
More than opinions, observations, piety, praise.
More than what I know
of this illusive thing
called ‘me’.

Maybe,
the better question
is
“Whose am I?”

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Romans 6:16

as a servant

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Do not hold
things
close to your heart.
For,
like your very life
and the breath in your body,
they do not belong to you.

Walk this road as a servant.

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Matthew 6:27

Good Story

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Stories.
They define us,
ground us,
identify us.
They help us believe
and hope
in a better ending,
a better calling.
Choose for yourself
a good story.

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Matthew 4:18

self

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Some deaths
are more difficult
than others.

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Galatians 5:24

let go

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i die
a little
each day,

with hope
that when this flesh fails
the spirit
will be able
to let go.

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Luke 9:23-24

January

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Days are long;
the sun is hot.
Everyone vies
for shady spots.

Bugs and flies
circle heads.
Sweaty bodies
take to beds.

A pool or sea’s
the place to be
With layers of sunscreen
basting me.

Patiently we wait
for night
When heat abates
and mozzies bite.

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Welcome to the new year in our Gregorian calendar (there are over 80 different kinds
of calendars!).
Living in the Southern Hemisphere challenges most pieces of seasonal writing
(which celebrate by expounding on cold temperatures, snow, short days and toasty fires).
It is difficult to find a poem about January which looks like the current scene outside
my window. So, I wrote one. Happy (HOT) New Year.

ad(to) ripa(arrive)

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Move the shepherds closer to the stable.
Place the plastic baby in the trough.
Quickly eat the cookies left for Santa,
dispose of the milk with one quick quaff.

Light all the candles in the advent wreath.
Sip coffee while the gifts are opened with great glee.
Gather scattered wrappings, bows and ribbons.
Turn on the oven, dress the plump turkey.

In the quiet, lonely confines of the kitchen,
marvel at how rapidly the years fly
and wonder at the meaning of this “Christmas”
until intrudes a call for more mince pies.

xxiv advent

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advenire
implies waiting.

we have waited
this entire year.

waited
as one holding breath
waits to exhale.

waited
as a farmer
between the planting
and the harvest.

waited
as we have never been asked
to wait before.

waited
with dread and hope
as companions.

waited
till we are weary
of the waiting.

and still
we
wait
(like those of old
waited for the Promise).

Lord,
give us grace
to wait
more.

xxiii advent

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once,
the heavens cracked
wide open
and
(self-sacrificial,
unconditional)
love
streamed
down.

xxii advent

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herod

he
did not understand
the power against which he railed.

using
human authority
over
heavenly objectives
always fall short.

the schemes of men
leave the heart of God
heavy,
but the Almighty’s will
(wrapped in love)
will
be
done.

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