It was all there
down at the beach today
we were hushed and in awe
at the glory in the rain
and in the sun
glory in the forest
and in the sea
glory in the fresh air
filling our lungs
in the wind
sweeping by
glory in the bright blue sky
and the deep dark clouds
glory in the walking
glory in the heron
chased into flight
by a pair of labs
glory in our pup
running back and forth
and glory
in the bald eagle
swooping near
© 2014 Julie Clark
What seems tentative to me
A single thin thread of hope
May be fortified with unbreakable titanium
It may be just enough
to hold through a lifetime
I only see through a glass dimly
There is so much more
beyond my vision
at work in this universe
© 2014 Julie Clark
If I could build a house today
I would call it Hope
Despair has knocked my walls down
again
I have to start over
So easily I am leveled
So easily I let go
of the Strong Hand
Now I bow low
I cannot build this house alone
I have no tools
no knowledge of construction
I look at my hands
empty
yet
I see the Strong Hand
underneath
holding mine up
open to receive
© 2014 Julie Clark
One person
priceless
connecting to another
It’s a gift
and a guard
against loneliness
We are fully alive
when connected
three ways
God, another, ourselves
We are not made
to live
in isolation
A delicate dance
space and solitude
with
community and unity
We each have
our own unique steps
still learning my part in the Reel
© 2014 Julie Clark
I am paying close attention
to the birdsong
this spring.
They stop me at the window
in the yard
on a walk or
on the way to the car.
“We have something to say to you!”
“Are you listening?”
As a small girl
I would lie down in the cool
shaded grass
looking up into the green leaves
deciphering the birdsong
code –
the chattering, whistling,
singing from one branch
to another:
“Come to tea!”
“Don’t forget to feed your babies!”
Now they are singing
sweet reminders:
“Slow down,
no need to rush.”
“Don’t take life
so seriously.”
“Enjoy this moment with us.”
“We have a secret
we want to sing to you.”
© 2014 Julie Clark
Haunted
We are haunted by the brutal cost of our redemption
Images of the One
Broken for us
Flashing across our waking minds
The blood everywhere
Poured out for us
Communion is a haunting
Remember me
© Julie Clark
Waiting for Easter
All we have are words
And the grief that overwhelms us
Hope is gone
We saw with our own eyes
Our grief tells us
He is dead
Yet
We have words
We will wait
With our grief by the tomb
© Julie Clark
I Thirst
I gave it all
My everything
Not one more drop left
Of me to give
Empty
And now
I thirst
© 2011 Julie Clark
Just to summarize
what life boils down to,
the essence of our being
here on planet earth
is love.
Simple? yes
but it takes a lifetime
to learn
best to get started
as soon as possible.
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