Mockingbird Nov16

Mockingbird

It’s not that often that I laugh out loud while reading a poem. But this poem, “Mockingbird” by Louis Jenkins, had me chuckling several times. It so perfectly captures the slightly disconcerting but rather everyday discrepancies in memory we detect when reminiscing with siblings. And...

November Night Nov09

November Night

I happened upon this poem earlier this week and it caught my sense of the turn of the season perfectly. I won’t say more – it’s a short poem that speaks for itself. Perhaps it will put words to your experience as it has to mine. November Night Listen. With faint dry sound, ...

Daylight Savings Time Nov02

Daylight Savings Time

I thought I’d put a short poem up that I found on Daylight Savings Time ending both because I thought it was rather clever and as a reminder to folks to set clocks back an hour…but then didn’t get it posted in time to make the daily email for subscribers! Well, most folks are reminded by their phones these days, and forgetting has fewer penalties in the fall anyway, as you only end up arriving places an hour early. I hope you enjoyed the day and the extra hour of sleep! Daylight Savings Time In spring when maple buds are red, We turn the clock an hour ahead; Which means, each April that arrives, We lose an hour out of...

Out of the Depths I Cry to Thee Oct26

Out of the Depths I Cry to Thee

Tomorrow is Reformation Sunday and many who read this blog may find themselves singing one or more of the hymns composed by Martin Luther. If you do, that will most likely be “A Mighty Fortress,” sometimes called the “anthem of the Reformation” or the Protestant “Battle Hymn of the Republic.” I don’t know if you’ll sing the hymn I put below as this week’s poem, but it is one of my favorites for the way it vividly portrays God as the one eager to come to our help. The picture of God in this hymn is not that of an angry king who needs a blood sacrifice to appease his wrath – one of the more common portraits of God...

Dear Reader Oct19

Dear Reader

I am regularly amazed at how unrelentingly and completely relational identity is. I noticed this when my children were old enough to start figuring out who was who in our family. They would say things like, “So Aunt Nancy is Mommy’s sister and Uncle Jim is Daddy’s brother. Grammy is...