You found me. Perhaps I found you. We found each other. We are now sojourners for a journey of days and weeks and seasons, through the calendar of 2016. While the earth spins and turns, we will look for the poetry. Together.
We missed the early days. We had not found each other yet when January began her spartan dance, slow and waltzing. Fresh with hope. So we are shy a full deck of 365. But we press on in the remaining. Linked. Arms hooked. You are an encourager of delight, a finder of the extraordinary and a lover of whimsy.
You are not the Pollyanna that some may think. You are not the eternal optimist. The wearer of rose-colored glasses. You are green with new birth. Effervescent with joy in the face of discovery. Yes, you are life-giving and eager to delight in the best. Often the simple.
The “m” sits on the edge of pursed lips, determined and brave and pushes off like a swimmer doing the butterfly. A graceful lunge. Into the realm of wonder and possibility. A sea of mystery and marvel. High tides, low tides. Ebbing and flowing. Always tossing up the treasures to be collected on the edges of our walk.
So there you are. Light in the dark. Warmth in the cold. You shade and color the nuances of life with glorious richness. With exquisite simplicity. Elegance in the simple. You are regal as a peasant in her everyday-ness. You are riches in the rags. Hope in despair. Light in the shadows.
Marvelous, you are a mindset. A lens. A capturer of life’s best and rarest. A treasure seeker. A seeker of intrigue.
Thank you for choosing me. Here’s to a year of marveling together. At all the mystery. Through the pain. Into the dark days. Around the deep ditches and past the hurdles of sorrow. Over, under, around.
Here’s to uncovering the marvelous. For you and for me. In the everyday. In every day. In Him and by Him. Glory be to the Creator of the marvelous.
One Beautiful Mistake
Perhaps redemption looks a lot like this. Or a little like this. Or something like this. I’d like to hope that there is a splash of brilliant transformation on the mistakes that we have made. Brushstroke by brushstroke. Wet with the tears of remorse and cries for forgiveness and new starts.
Forgiveness and new mercies sent to Earth on the wings of His amazing grace. And I whisper the prayer, give me the eyes to see Your loving arms around each one of my own, Beautiful Mistakes. Made beautiful by Your grace. Washed clean. Changed into holy beauty, by Your unfathomable, unbelievable, unending, and unmerited grace.
One Beautiful Mistake
Red bleeds pink from the sky
Writing cryptic messages
I run to it
I run away
Catch what is lost
I see the beauty
In one beautiful mistake
Written by The
Lover of my soul
I nod a billion times
Each a nod of gratitude
Mirror every unseen star
You dry my leaking eyes
At the start of night
There was a fire in the sky last night
Before the earth
In skies of frigid cold
Remember long, the beautiful
Remember long, the warmth
Hold loosely to each gift
And wait for the Beautiful’s return
Red bleeds pink from the sky
Writing holy messages
It’s Okay To Change Your Mind
Decide you want to stay another day
To wake the morning of the First
With the whole Earth
Rub the sleepness from your tired & wondering eyes
Wash your weary face
Look up to the heavens
Feel a hundred flakes of confetti,
Crimson gold guilt leaves
Blow over you, thrown in celebration from the sky
Oh what a party it shall be
Then choose to find sweet beauty moments in
The midst of almost
Over the horizon, this new and glory-filled day
Made by The Artist, who loves us
And knows well the grief of pain
Decide to look out on this life
To hear we love you
And embrace mankind’s collect cry
We’re so glad you chose
To see the Earth unveil her love
What amazing grace,
You changed your mind, its okay
You chose to see another day
We’ll name it, call it, celebrate with you
Your second birth, your
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Today is Day 15.
And today my words are taking a mini Sabbath rest here, mid-way through the series. (Yes, I know, it is a Wednesday). But you are in for a treat. Listen to the words of one of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver. Mary amazes me and inspires me. She feeds my poetic longings with her gentle lines of noticing. And she sees God’s world, His hand, His creation through a wonderfully unique poetic lens.
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
When it’s over, I want to say: All my life I was a bride married to amazement.
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Now, ready, set, go notice. ( And I will be back tomorrow, rested and ready, with more poetry)