Monday, April 30, 2012

De Profundis

De profundis, they say
You can come
Out of the depths
 
If you just think positive,
You can lift yourself
If you can grasp at hope,
You can fly
Out of the depths
And into the light.
 
It's a lie.
 
When you're there
In the depths
Sunk into a despair
So profound that
You no longer want to be saved--
Would prefer death
Just to have it end,
Just to make
The pain go away--
 
There's nothing you can do
Nothing you can say to yourself
Nothing you can believe
That will drag you up
De profundis.
 
Except a friend.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Clouds


Dark as weathered slate
Raining down shadows
Splashing down gray
In asymmetrical lines
Like soft brushstrokes from heaven to earth
As cool as a dripping popsicle
 
But have you ever looked from the other side?
 
Brighter than a brand new nickel
Shining in the sun
Twisting and twining
Like cotton candy in a machine
Looking as soft as new cotton balls
And warm as a sheepskin jacket in the summer

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Cherish the Memories

to learn the value of your life,
you must
cherish the memories
but not live in the past
live in the moment,
but plan for tomorrow
work to make your plan succeed,
but seize the unexpected chances
chances for joy
chances for adventure
chances for friendship
and chances for love
that this uncertain world
plants in your path
even if they end up
causing you sorrow and pain
as well as gladness and gain
 

inspired by the Stargate SG-1 episode, "Windows of Opportunity"

Friday, April 27, 2012

Colors

Black is the color of our sin
And the darkness where we hide
Red is the color of the precious blood
That flowed from our Savior’s side

His sorrow is the deepest blue
And purple, the bruises on his face
White for His purifying love
And transcending grace

Our rebirth in Him is as pink
As any babe newborn
Green is the color of our growth in Him
Learning from morn to morn

Gray is for the shadowland
Where we all live now
And the winding, narrow path
We tread is a dirty brown

Orange for a setting sun
On this life down here
Yellow for the golden crowns
We will cast at feet so dear

Let all who see these colors know
That all who seek His face
Will receive His mercy,
Regardless of their race
Their past beliefs matter not
Nor sins and tasks undone—
For all can know the wonder of
New life through the death of the Son.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

I'm Not in the Casket

Just a crazy little morbid song... you can sing it at my funeral. 
P.S.  Just in case you can't tell: it's upbeat and cheerful.

I'm not in the casket
I'm not in the grave
You won't find me there
Though I died yesterday
 
I'm not in the casket
I'm not in the grave
My body's just an empty shell
My soul has flown away
 
I'm not in the casket
I'm not in the grave
I'm at home in heaven
With the One who died
He died, me to save
 
Where else would I be?
Tell me, where else should I be?
Where else would I be,
Now my soul is free?
 
Where else would I be,
Now my soul is free?
Where else should I be
Than with the One who loves me?
 
I'm not in the casket
I'm not in the grave
I'm at home in heaven
Living with my Abba
The wondrous life He gave

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The Comedy Team

an etheree for Lucas & Hans...

Grin.
Giggle.
Try not to.
I can’t HELP it!
These two make me laugh:
Telling me wacko jokes
And silly anecdotes.
It’s all their fault, (I tell you true!)
They have to pull hands out of my mouth
When they make me giggle.  Dentists should know better.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

April 12

an etheree


Eyes
Gray-blue
Fixedly
Look down at me
Focused on my teeth
My lips stretch wide, as wide
As they can possibly stretch
Yet I am not really smiling
Mouth agape, not a word can escape
For the hours I spend in the dentist’s chair.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Cry On My Shoulder

When the day you always long for comes
And your face lights up as though
The sun was somehow shining through you
When you are overwhelmed by the gladness
All your dreams come true

I will be here
You can cry on my shoulder
As we dance as you have never danced before
Leaping and twirling like an innocent child once more
I will be here to share your laughter
And you can cry on my shoulder;
I will not wipe away
Your tears of joy today

When the day you dread is here
And your soul is smote until you want to die
When all your fears have come to pass
And you can't see the stars at night

I will be here
You can cry on my shoulder;
I'll hold you close,
Pat your back, rub your shoulders
I will be here to share your burden
And you can cry on my shoulder;
I will not wipe away
The release of your pain

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Ice Cream Grace

Spoon ignored
Melting ice cream
Slowly fills the bowl with liquid
As the swish and crackle fill the silence
My mother sweeping up the shards
Of my great-grandmother's vase

The tears leak from my eyes
Matching the guilt ripping at my heart
And over them both
Confusion reigns

When I'd gone to find her
Gone to admit my klutziness
I didn't expect
Her to take me in her arms
Stroke my face, sit me at the table
Hand me a bowl of Rocky Road
And kneel to clean up
The pieces of her favorite heirloom
Without a word of reproach

The ice cream covers me
In despondent shame
Her forgiveness more weighty
Than any punishment she ever gave

So I sat and watched
As a hard scoop turned soft
Love-filled eyes met mine
Silently asking if I am okay

I picked up the spoon.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Everything

I don't want to give
The rest of my life
Not just what's left around
The edges when I'm done
I want to give You
All of my life
The whole thing
Every bit
Even the broken bits
(How else can they get fixed?)
Even the parts I'm ashamed of
(How else can you wash my disgrace away?)
Even the sore and aching parts
I surrender to my Healer

Friday, April 20, 2012

Release the Dreams

Help me release the dreams
That hold me back from You
I need to set them aside
And wake up-- I have a job to do

I need to serve You
But I keep falling back
Into the designs
Of my own mind

I want to serve You
But these dreams, they distract
And once again I wander away
Doing things my own way

Help me release the dreams
That hold me back from You
I need to set them aside
With all of my pride

Thursday, April 19, 2012

War Games

A little boy plays with his friends in the park
Using stick guns, they shoot each other 'til dark
Laughing with every tumble and "hit"
They pull walkie-talkies from their kit
Whispering plans of attack and victory
Coat hangers launch water balloon artillery
 
In a land far away, men crouch in a doorway
Seeking shelter from bullets' spray
Biting lips so they don't make a sound
Meeting eyes as they glance around
Drawing strength from friends- no, brothers
Who know them better than any others
They know each others' wives and kids' names;
Their favorite foods, books, and games
And though they do their jobs with pride
They wish they could be home tonight

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Legislating Morality

I've been thinking.  In the abortion debate, pro-choicers like to talk about "not legislating morality".  Their argument is that just because I believe abortion is murder, doesn't mean that they should be forced to agree or live by my standards.

They sort of have a point.  When you force someone to do something that they don't believe in, you usually get one of two things: grudging obedience or defiance in one form or another.  For instance, obeying the speed limit.  Many people either sit in their cars wishing  they could be going faster-- or they just break the law and go faster anyways.  Some of them are more obvious than others, of course...  Some of them are going five, ten, even twenty miles an hour over the speed limit on a regular basis, and others merely go two or three miles over the limit, so they can go just a little faster, but not get tickets.

And I agree, for the most part, it's not a good idea to force your ideas on others.  But there are certain things that require us to do so.  After all, we make a moral judgment that some things-- theft, rape, and murder, to name a few-- are bad; then we legislate that morality.  Even regulations such as speed limits are based on the idea that the set speed is the greatest safe speed to drive on this road in normal conditions and that it's bad  to drive at unsafe speeds.

We're not legislating these morals because we want to be some kind of nation of killjoys-- we're doing it to protect the victims and make our country safer.  We don't say that theft is wrong because we think there's a problem with the thief's desire to have stuff; we just won't let him hurt others by stealing a laptop, TV, or car from someone else in order to improve his own quality of life.  Likewise, there's nothing inherently wrong with the desire to have sex with someone... but we legislate the moral decision that sex in certain situations (such as rape or incest) is wrong in order to protect the victims.

Now, ninety-nine percent of people would agree with me that murder is wrong.  But they would differ in their definitions of what constitutes murder.  A Quaker or Jainist might say that taking a life under any circumstances is wrong-- even if it's during a war or in self-defence.  Someone on the other side of the spectrum might list a number of cases where killing is not the same as murder.  In fact, our justice system is founded on the idea that some murders are more heinous than others and deserve worse punishment.  A lawyer can tell you that in addition to first and second degree murder, there are categories such as 'justifiable homicide', 'manslaughter', and even 'gross negligence resulting in accidental death'.  All of them carry some kind of punishment, because Americans as a whole believe that even if one kills someone by accident, one should be held accountable for it.  The victim deserves justice; the family deserves closure; the rest of the country needs the protection of a legal deterrent to such abhorrent actions.

What we as pro-lifers are saying is that we believe an unborn child is no less valuable a life than any other person.  And we believe that we need to protect these children, these victims... even if the people who are getting abortions don't see them as people.  We look at pro-choicers and see people who are maybe just a bit like Thomas Jefferson-- good people overall, who don't see the irony in arguing that their position creates a better quality of life for women when they're ending the lives of babies who will grow up to be women-- just as Jefferson penned beautiful words about "inalienable rights, among them life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" and yet owned dozens of slaves who he denied these rights.

We're not trying to ruin the lives of women who want abortions.  We're not trying to take away all of your choices.  We just feel that the choice to abort a fetus is as inherently wrong as the choice to own slaves or run a gas chamber to end the lives of people whose lives are "not worth living": it's denying your victim the right to personhood for your own comfort.  And we can not stay silent on the issue, because as Elie Weisel put it in his Nobel acceptance speech: "Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim."

We want to find justice for these former victims and protect future innocents from becoming victims.  That's why we're trying to legislate morality.

I Didn't

I wish now
That I didn't keep silent
When my Grandpa
Blamed, trashed, dissed
Mexicans

I didn't agree
But I also didn't
Ask him to stop

And that's what I regret
Because now he's gone
I can never help
My Grandpa to see
Devaluing even one person
Devalues us all

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Kaddish

I wrote this at school today...  after all, a sub needs something to do during prep hour.

Yisgadal, veyiskadash, shmey raba...
Under my breath, I mumbled the words
Mumbled and stumbled forward in my rank of five
Black skulls looking down at me
From barbed waire perches, proclaiming: "Death!"

The sun was shining, but spring was hidden
By clouds of gray snow from the chimneys:
The ash froze my heart in the knowing
This might be my sister, my brother
That now fluttered round my head

I marched on, under the German lie:
Arbeit Macht Frei-- Work Makes You Free
With every step, the words tumbled out:
Yisgadal, veyiskadash... the Prayer for the Dead
I did not see the irony:
I was praying it for myself.

Monday, April 16, 2012

We're Here

First draft of song lyrics, written in church yesterday.

We're here to know You better
We're here to learn You by heart
We're here to bask in Your Presence
We're here to be with the One we love

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Decided to Wait

I have decided
To wait for You
Hold me in check
Until You move
 
Let me not
Rush ahead into the fray
Shouting out my own
Battle cry
 
But just let me
Wait for Your command
That we may win the victory
According to Your plan

Saturday, April 14, 2012

It Should Have Been Me

It'll never be over for me.
Years pass-- twenty, thirty--
But every day, when I least expect
I heard the click of the trigger
Again.
 
It should have been me.
 
Like a worm in an apple
My guilt is eating away at me.
But the apple of me
Is covered by a steel mesh
Of lies:
Not enough to suffocate me--
Kill me quick,
Put me out of my misery--
Just enough to ensure
I can never be free of that
Worm of guilt
Eating away at my insides.
 
Sooner or later, it'll run out of apple
And I'll die
Or take my life.
Maybe then there will be an end.
 
Or maybe the misery
Will follow me.
I can't imagine any worse hell
In the afterlife
Than living every day
Knowing
It should have been me.

Friday, April 13, 2012

What You Did


I wrote this on the fridge with magnets back in December of 2007.


You went
for me
to a cross
on Calvary
You took
my shame
You wore
my blame
You live
in me
I find grace
in your name

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Jarod's Lament

I make no excuses for the fact that this is based on a character in a TV show.  Oh, and yes, you CAN sing this to the melody Jarod uses for the first 2 lines in the show.  What can I say?  I couldn't find any reference to any lullabye with these words, and it was stuck in my brain, so I made one up...


Cree craw toad's foot
Geese walk barefoot
Icy river
Makes them shiver
 
Can you help me?
Won't you see me
As I wander
Thither, yonder
 
Nowhere to go
No one I know
Lost, lost-- that's me--
Want somebody
 
Won't somebody
Help me?  Find me?

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Read

Read anything you can get your hands on.
Read for classes, read for fun,
Listen to a story read by someone.
Don’t limit yourself to a genre—just one?
Read without boundaries.  And now you’ve begun-
Read something that stretches you on and on.
Read every day and let your mind run
Through every story under the sun.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

WIP- Afraid of Death

Another WIP...


Why is it
We're so afraid of death?
 
Are we afraid
Because it means
Admitting
That we can't really hold on
To anything?
 
Not even the lives
Of those we love most?
Not even our own life?
 
Is it just that we don't want to admit
We're not really in control?

Monday, April 9, 2012

Identity

I know this is a little unfocused still... but I wanted to post it as a WIP anyways.


Identity


We go on health kicks
To preserve our bodies
To stave off illness
To deny death.
 
We accumulate so much stuff
So many 'time-saving' devices
That we think we can't live without
Not even for the weekend--
(Take away my cell phone-- Hell, no!)
 
We say we are what we eat
We say we are our occupations
Or we say that 'at heart'
We are our hobbies
(I'm a vegan.  I'm a teacher.  I'm an artist.)
 
And it's rare to find someone
Who is not identified
By the job they do or
The money they make
 
Why are we so afraid
To define ourselves
By what really matters:
Relationships
Would it really be so terrible
For the teen to be "Wanda's Daughter",
For the man to just be "Erin's Husband",
Or for the forty-two-year old to be "Grandma",
Not "Glam-ma"?
 
I confess:
I used to hate that.
I wanted to be my own person.
Now I'm not so sure.
 
Better to be known
As part of the people I love
Than by a job.
Eventually, I'll retire from the job
But even when I'm dead and gone
My family will keep me in their hearts
Until we meet again in Heaven

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter Off

Well, I decided to take Easter off from the writing/posting one a day.  I did a double for Good Friday, so I figure it evens out.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

May I Never Forget

May I never forget that day on Calvary
May I never forget how He died to set me free—
May I never forget how much my Jesus loves me—
He’s my friend, my love, my life for all eternity.
 
May I never forget the truth He let me see—
May I never forget to bow down on my knee—
May I never forget the Judge who pardons me—
He’s my friend, my love, my life for all eternity.
 
May I never forget the One who calmed the stormy sea—
May I never forget the One who formed me wonderf’ly—
May I never forget the King who adopted me—
He’s my Dad, my hope, my love for all eternity.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Tortured

Okay, so you all get a two-fer today.

I'd weep in agony,
But I'm too dehydrated
There's no liquid left in me for tears
I'd scream in pain,
But my throat is already raw
And I can barely
Choke and gasp out
A few words at a time

O God, God
Why                                                                               
Why
Why won't
You answer me
Why so far
From my groaning?

Wasn't it enough
To sell my clothes
Laugh at my nakedness
Punch me again and again
In a twisted game
Of Blind Man's Buff

Maybe I swallowed an IED
The only thing they let me drink
Was certainly bitter enough--
Worse than stale beer gone rancid

My body feels like it's
Blown apart--
Into human cell sludge
They mop up with a sponge
And pieces of beef stew meat--
No longer recognizable
As body parts

My chest aches
I swear I can feel
My muscles coming apart
Why am I the rope
In this tug-of-war?

My head is pounding
And I'm so weak
I can barely move my lips
My eyelids fall shut
Of their own accord
Not in sleep, just exhaustion

But there's no relief.

I'm still being stretched
Like I'm between
Two John Deeres at a tractor pull.
I'm still bleeding out
Drop by precious drop
From each of a hundred wounds.

There's not going to be a rescue
No one's coming to save me
I thought there was nothing
That could make this worse
Then I met my mother's eyes

Lost in the crowd of those mocking me
Surrounded by their hostility
She silently weeps
In empathy
I wish I could spare her this
And yet, I can't help but be glad--
In a small corner of my heart--
That she took the risk
To be here for me

But not even her love
Is enough to help me now
I'm ready for it to be over

I'm ready to die.

But I--
Given the choice--
Would endure it again
For you. 

Someone Who Was Died For

I'd like to dedicate this poem to everyone who's ever been:
called a loser,
told they're worthless,
thought they were damaged goods,
or felt unloved.


I know someone who was died for.

Someone so loved
That without their voice
Every bird would close their beak
And all of nature cease to speak
 
Someone so loved
That without their laughter
No trees would bud or flowers bloom
The world locked forever in winter's tomb
 
Someone so loved
That without their presence
Life would be empty and depressing
A life filled with curses and nary a blessing
 
Someone so loved
That their death
Had to be prevented
At any cost--
Even the life of someone else!
 
I know someone who was died for.
 
It was you.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

I Wandered Away

I wandered away
And got lost in the crowd
But You came after me
Found me--I'm in Your arms now
 
I wandered away
Made my life a mess
You came in again
And cleaned up all my sins
 
I wandered away
But couldn't escape your love
And... ... Really?
Why would I want to?
 
Why would I want to wander away
From the truest friend I know?
Why would I run from Someone who loves me?
But You came after me
Found me--I'm in Your arms now
 
Yes, sin is seductive,
But sometimes easy things are wrong
They only last a moment
They don't last as long
As Your love
 
Your love is why
When I wander away
I always come back
I can never stay gone
To the healing of Your Presence

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Crucify Him Acrostic

Cursed to die on a tree
Reviled and rejected be
Under a crown of thorns
Cross between two theives
"Iudea Rex" reads Your sign in scorn
Frail fool, no one believes. 
You are forsaken.

Hanging there without breath
If I am mistaken,
My spear will assure Your death.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

What Love Sounds Like

It's hard to understand
When you're young
It seems like parents--
Grandparents, teachers,
Aunts and Uncles, older friends--
Can't stop telling you
What to do.
 
You might think
We think
You've got no brain in your head
You'd be wrong.
That's not the reason at all.
 
We say, "Drive safe,"
Because we know an accident
Could be just around the corner--
Most take place
Less than five miles from home.
We say, "Be Careful!"
Because we know
Distraction with a power tool
Can mean a serious injury.
 
We can remember
How annoying it was
When we were the teens
On the receiving end of the warnings.
We rolled our eyes too.
 
What we didn't realize
Was that every "Drive safe!"
Was meant to hold back tears--
The very thought of the danger
We're letting you face
Almost more than we can bear.
Now we know-- life has taught us--
It only takes a moment
For a fatal misstep.
 
And the mere possibility
Of that kind of tragedy
Makes us want to lock you in your rooms
Where we can keep you safe
Forever.
 
But we love you too much
To be that selfish.
So we let you go.
 
We let you go--
But we can't help
Saying-- praying,
Pleading, ordering--
"Drive safe,"
"Be careful,"
"Call me when you get there,"
"Let me know you're okay,"
 
"I love you!"

Monday, April 2, 2012

Sweater Love

Your love wraps around me
Like a
Hand-knitted sweater
Each stitch
A moment in time
 
Moments spent on me
Just You loving me
Just You thinking of me,
Wanting my best
 
Not just a blanket
To keep me wrapped up in You
Stuck in one place
If I want Your warmth

But a sweater
So I can take You
With me into the world
As I serve.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Lover

You are the lover
Of my soul
My one true lover
You make me whole
 
When You dance with me
 I get dizzy
The wonder of Your presence
Makes me feel like
My head's on a merry-go-round
Going one way
And my body's going the other
On another
 
So dance with me, Lover,
I want to be safe in Your arms
To fall once again
Under Your charms