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Outside Wildside

Admiring the grand old bur oak

across the street.

Some dead branches have been cut off,

some big holes in that tree.

The locals are telling me raccoons live there,

fierce raccoons.

I hadn’t seen them yet,

and had been there for over a week.

I guess I was not prowling around

when they were.

We saw them a few nights later,

five of them slinking around the garage next door.

Maybe they are going after a cat,

there are a whole lot of strays in the neighborhood.

Then I saw another pack,

when we walked home from Jazz in the Park.

The locals were taking me the long way

because it was prettier.

I saw those lit up eyes

and clapped until they disappeared into the gutter.

We gave the gutter a wide berth

and crossed the street.

The city is alive with wild creatures

while we are sleeping or indoors.

Have you noticed

how the wild takes over quick in some places

when you lay your hoe down for a few minutes rest?

The prairie grasses are beautiful,

but you have to remember to flick all the ticks off

when you’re finished with your hike.

In the Northwest we battle dampness and mold,

Blackberry vines can take over your yard before you know it.

Rats love the city,

Seattleites are seeing more than the usual, this summer.

A friend once told us

he sees coyotes out when he’s running early in the morning in Los Angeles.

A few years ago, in the spring

A bear ran through our neighborhood.

Good for us city slickers to be reminded

We are sharing this planet.

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When the Church Became a Building

When the church became a building

She forgot her founder’s call

She chose instead brick and mortar

to build herself a wall

 

The doors she built

Locked some out, others in

Proclaimed who was holy

And who was still in sin

 

She lit the candles

Said it was time to pray

Blew out the lights

Now time to go away

 

She is made of salt and light

Her stones, they are alive

You cannot keep her in a box

If she is to going to thrive

 

Her glory is far greater

Than four walls can hold

She is to be a city

Shining bright as gold

 

She is to be a healer

For weary, lost, and sore

A comfort to the broken

And oh so much more

 

When the church became a building

She made a room for strife

When outsiders didn’t fit her mold

She crushed their heart and life

 

Church you are not a building

You’re Christ’s body and His bride

You’re His hands, feet, and heartbeat

The love He cannot hide

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Lake Roesiger

Reflection in the lake

Makes me ache

For the beauty of the other world

I know is there

 

There are reflections of that world

Everywhere

But

The noise of the city

Can drown it out

The hyper-speed

Of our wired heart beats

Can skip us right past the beauty

Laid out for us

Like a table set for a banquet to begin

All that is needed

Are for the guests to arrive

And begin the feast

© 2011 Julie Clark

 

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