Craving – Psalm 63

Abba of Desert Mothers and Fathers,
where today are Your wilderness fountains?

Love of all Loves, this grandmother needs You;
these unaccompanied minors need You.

We see You in night visions of rescue,
glimpse You in family reunion daydreams.

Spirit us past pain, beyond mirage to
prayer-poem-praise cascades, filling joy pools.

Reset – Psalm 57

Embrace us one by one, Love Spirit.
We thrust ourselves and others toward You–
done competing, need Your completing.
From scar wars we crawl under cover,
can’t survivors, in rant recovery.
Enfold us, Love; turn our sobs to snores.
Snarl each demon with its own venom.
Love us back to life–from dreams to dawn.

We wake transfixed and walk in beauty
all day, glimpsing sky sights, voicing poems.

Cross Talk – Psalm 14

What’s our rap? Let’s check our mindset;
get on down to heart gut level,
fill in gaps we found in hindsight,
stop this fooling round with rebels.

Protest? No use. Contest? All lose.
We confess our constant mess-ups,
hurting family, missing friendship.
What’s the problem? No more good news?

Tired of ego’s fight or flight plans,
we admit our sights lack insight;
reach once more for Love’s secure hands,
hands that stretch from noon to midnight.

Today’s Walk


Wind-chimes hallow my walk
between pristine blue and white
on single shovel-width path
past small and larger homes
down to my all-season magnet,
Greenbelt Lake.

Among the still trees
unidentified flying subjects
emit intermittent tweets.
Some I attempt to interpret:
“See, see, see, see; hear, here,”
perky mantras.

Suddenly I’m startled
by a man on my left saying
“Told to do this we’d prob’ly balk.”
“True” I reply “but we choose….”
Musing: told not to do this walk
I would prob’ly balk.

What could keep me inside,
avoiding this snow-packed trail?
How could I ignore these grand white
gulls, black wing tips spread wide?
Could I compose a soul poem
on a day without a walk?

Love Answers

We weep and whisper: When? How?
Will Love wash away worry?
Weary of worldwide wars, we
wait and work and watch and walk.

Where are the witness windows?
Why do we worship wine, wheat,
flowers, wings or whatever
when all we wish for is Love?

Questions wax but wisdom wanes.
Bewildered, wistful, we ask:
What wild wind can wear down walls?
Who welcomes Love’s indwelling?

Love answers: Women, weavers,
whistlers and all who wonder.
Your womb of love will swell with
warmly watered winsome words.

Vivid Voice of Love


Vast in evening vistas, visceral in
vesper services,
Vivacious Love envelops all who view,
moves us to review.
Ever-living Vine, viaduct of Love
keeps us viable.
All-revealing Love validates visions,
voids all vitriol.
Vivid Voice of Love revives our voices,
invigorates us.
Invincible Love invites everyone:
Receive vocation.

Restore us, Love

Are you ruling, Love?
Where are your servants?
Renewal is rare;
raw rage and raucous rifts are rampant.
Restore us, Love; bring rest.

Radical Sister:
together we roam,
trudging rough river roads,
sharing rooms, argument free.
Receive our tears; refresh us, Love.

Royal Brother, where on earth
can your friends recover?
Dare we risk retreat from the rush?
What surprise will rally us?
When will you return?

Primary Parent:
you birthed us for mirth,
ripened us through rays and rain.
Ready us now for wrestling,
forever ardent in Love.

From ruin we rise,
resuming the journey
over rocks, undeterred
by unruly roots or rash roars,
writing rave Love reviews.

Pure Love


Pure Love, we pray all people pursue
your purpose, your promise–perfect peace.

Priest of Love, in deep sleep prepare us
for paradox–patience shaped by pain.

Pierce our apathy, Prophet of Love;
please help us up from our pits and dumps.

Pristine Love, preempt our presumptions;
prompt us to pause, perceive, and proceed.

Spirit, occupy prisons and all
spaces that push or pull us apart.

Keep us poised in praise of your powers,
playful, passionate, pregnant with hope.

Bold Love


Oh Love, only holy one;
most broken, most potent,
most torn, most whole:
all adore you.

Hope’s rosiest odor;
throne room’s door and window opener;
ocean of down home consolation:
all invoke you.

Own our souls, most honored one;
probe our enfolded motives;
bowl egos over.
All worship you, Bold Love.

Notice Now Everyone: Love

Attention, hungry ones: Love
nourishes children, women and men;
none who know Love remain needy.

Good news, patients and friends: Love’s
nurses can strengthen nerves and numb pain;
nothing intrudes on contentment.

Listen, noble neighbors: Love
nurtures native nerds and naive nuns;
no inclination is ignored.

Notice now, everyone: Love
nudges knitters, kneelers and nappers;
no one’s name is anonymous.