Category Archives: Shaw, Luci
God of me
I post a poem every Sunday mostly for myself. I love poetry–and always have–and I’m hoping someone out there does as well. One of the reasons I love poetry is because it forces us more to the edges of heaven, to open our minds to the beauty and goodness and truth of God. Small Song God of …
“God Speaks in Blue”
Our Sunday-poem today comes from Luci Shaw: God Speaks in Blue My friend hands me a gift from overseas. ”Here,” she says. “For you.” The small packet rustles with dry particles. Through thin paper my fingers feel the nubs. I thank her, turning over the plain brown envelope. There from the other side a photo– …
But if we find grace
Judas, Peter because we are all betrayers, taking silver and eating body and blood and asking (guilty) is it I and hearing him say yes it would be simple for us all to rush out and hang ourselves but if we find grace to weep and wait after the voice of morning has crowed in …
“The Grit on the Track”
A Sunday-poem from wonderful Luci Shaw: The Grit on the Track The ground is always there witnessing how you walk. You need light to travel a dark path, and you need to travel light. Otherwise the shadow that turns out to be a boulder or a root will trip you, and your heavy pack will …
Trauma Unit
Trauma Unit It was never meant to burst from the body so fiercely, to pour unchanneled from the five wounds and the unbandaged brow, drowning the dark wood, staining the stones and the gravel below, clotting in the air dark with God’s absence. It was created for a closed system–the unbroken rhythms of human blood …
weep and wait
As we approach Holy Week, here is a Sunday-poem by Luci Shaw that will, hopefully, prod us all to never let anything we do keep us from running to Him for mercy–and she is full aware that this often seems the harder path to take: Judas, Peter because we are all betrayers, taking silver and …
Royalty
Royalty He was a plain man and learned no latin. Having left all gold behind he dealt out peace to all us wild ones and the weather. He ate fish, bread, country wine and God’s will. Dust sandaled his feet. He wore purple only once and that was an irony. ~Luci Shaw
“Defect”
The poem for this Sunday is a wonderful introduction to Lent. Defect The flaw is no more noticeable, even to me, than a new moth-hole in my sweater, or a very bald spot on the fabric of my velvet vest. Yet when I hold the cloth up to the window the sunlight bleeds through. ~Luci …
You are also the God of me
I post a poem every Sunday mostly for myself. I love poetry–and always have–and I’m hoping someone out there does as well. One of the reasons I love poetry is because it forces us more to the edges of heaven, to open our minds to the beauty and goodness and truth of God. Small Song …
Star Song
I know it’s the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord, but I couldn’t find a good poem commemorating it, so instead I’ll share this one about Epiphany by Luci Shaw: Star Song We have been having epiphanies like stars all this year long. And now, at its close, when the planets are shining through …
