Bearing the wounds
Open wide for all to see
Claiming their victory
Discarding the cloak of shame

Encountering Veronica

willing Himself to swim upstream
through the River of Horror
she takes form in front of His blood-filled eyes
a drop of pure water amidst the swirling putridity
releases her defenses
vulnerability meeting Vulnerability
a weaving together through the conduit of her veil
an opening wide of the floodgates of tenderness
unleashing a current to carry them forward

No Longer A War Zone

my parents waged a war against me
a war to kill my spirit
and for some bizarre reason
we chose my body as the battleground

the culture has waged a war against women
a war to determine our worth
and for some bizarre reason
our bodies have been chosen as the battlegrounds


I am claiming this body
this extraordinary gift from my Creator
this counter-cultural masterpiece
and I am consecrating it to LOVE

I can translate the languages of Love
through my physicality
celebrate the dignity of others
become, create, restore

and with this body
along with my heart, my mind, and my spirit
I can choose to walk away from
a war zone that insults the truth
and the magnificence
of who I am


Of Origins and Destiny


I have recently learned
that each atom
every element
in our bodies
was crafted
in the Stars
that means that we are all
walking around
orbiting each other
succumbing to gravitational pulls
engaging in fusion
explosive dynamics
birthing creativity
and rest
all the while
of who we were
and of that lustrous playground
the Star-Fields
which await the arrival
of who we will become

Less Than


Seemingly diminished by lack of possessions
Blamed for what I cannot control
I struggle to resist the suffocating blanket
Forcibly draped over me
That feeling of being
Less than

Less than in perfect health
Less than a financial contributor
Less than fertile
Less than a daughter who is cherished

In spite of the movements outside of me
Inside I am becoming more and more myself
And discovering
A heart bigger than the world
Enlarging with the expanding heavens

In spite of the pain
In spite of the wounds
In spite of the disappointments
Or perhaps because of them
I have recognized that what I achingly need
Points me to the treasures that I am able to give

And because I love
And because I hold the pierced Hand
Of the One Who loves with an Infinite Heart
I can be more than
Any imposed box of condemnation
Which is really too small
And too disfigured
And far too less than
To even have a chance of containing
The woman I truly am

Honey from His Lips


“Do not weep for Me;
weep instead for yourselves and for your children”
In the midst of His anguish
honey poured from His lips

“Behold your Mother” and
“Father, forgive them,
they know not what they do”
While being ravaged by death
honey poured from His lips

We threw at Him
everything that we had
We tore His flesh
clawed at the blood
pinned Him down
and mocked His name

And honey
only honey
poured from His lips

“But Israel I would feed with finest wheat
and fill them with honey from the rock”
We deserved death
but were given Sustenance
Sustenance sweetened
with honey

* See Luke 23: 27 – 31 NAB
** See John 19:26 – 27 NAB
*** See Luke 23: 34 NAB
**** See Psalm 81:17 NAB

Between the Heartbeats


I want to comfort You on Your way to Calvary
I want to encircle You as You crash to the ground
I want to shelter You in Your wrenching vulnerability
I want to stroke Your hair while You wait for the strength to rise again
I want to rest with You in the space between the heartbeats
I want to rest with You in the space between the heartbeats

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