Posts Tagged With: heart

Which Way

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There are those

Who spread fear

Just as black ink

Splatters thick

across the paper

 

Then there are those

Doing the slow work

Of love

Meticulously erasing

The stain

One person at a time

And filling the space

With glorious colors

Where beauty can take shape

And life can grow again

 

Here is a suggestion

Instead of standing against

The “Other”

Come along side

Listen to their story

Sorrow and pain

Love and joy

Understand

They too are human

Just like you

 

How did this happen?

The bridges slowly built

With care and love

Years of hard work

Dynamited in seconds

Rubble of hate and fear

Left behind

An enemy came

And spread seeds of destruction

Instead of kernels of peace

Fingers stop pointing

Look instead to the heart

Am I a good neighbor?

Am I my brother’s keeper?

 

© 2016 Julie Clark

The Path to the Garden

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Last Night in Boston

Fresh snow fell through the night

Washing the world again

covering all the barren trees

with a fresh cold compress

Given as a gift

to slow

to heal

to strengthen what remains

until spring thaw

when sap begins

to flow

and new life appears

in bud and blossom

Hope arises in our hearts

as it always does each spring

reminding us not all is lost

life will be renewed

again

 

© 2016 Julie Clark

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In This World…

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I came across this fitting poem by Wendell Berry in “Farming, A Hand Book”. It reminds me that this generation is not the only one that has seen the world on fire.  I read it to our guests at our Thanksgiving table.  We had a beautiful, but small representation of our world with Central Asians, Libyans and Americans, Muslims and Christians breaking bread together and giving thanks. The phrase “In this World” comes from the New Testament.  Jesus to his disciples:  “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

 

Here is the poem.

 

The hill pasture, an open place among the trees,

tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses

are in bloom. Along the foot of the hill

dark floodwater moves down the river.

The sun sets. Ahead of the nightfall the birds sing.

I have climbed up to water the horses

and now sit and rest, high on the hillside,

letting the day gather and pass. Below me

cattle graze out across the wide fields of the bottomlands,

slow and preoccupied as stars. In this world

men are making plans, wearing themselves out,

spending their lives, in order to kill each other.

 

Wendell Berry

 

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A Call to Prayer

Sometime before we reached Mumbai

The crickets started their part

in the great symphony of the night.

“We’re still here!  We’re still here!”

They sang and called me to God.

 

A song rose in my heart in response

that I could not sing aloud.

What would the taxi driver think?

He may have thought I was a little off.

 

So I let it sing inside of me:

“Lord forgive us.

We have not honored you.

We have not cared for your creation.

We have not loved one another.

We have not cared for the poor and the weak.”

 

We reached Mumbai.

Waited for hours to be told

No room for you on this plane.

We were escorted out of the airport

and put in a taxi

by some kind airport officials.

The taxi drove off.

The driver and his co-worker

working the phones to get us

on another flight or into a hotel

in the wee hours of the morning.

A call came,

“You are lucky! Confirmed seats

available!”

They raced us back to the airport.

Same kind officials

escorted us quickly through

the lines and waved good-bye.

There was room on the plane

after-all.

We made it, last to board,

walking in a dream.

Very grateful.

© 2014 Julie Clark

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Don’t Forget the Mystery

This life is more than it seems,

we know.

More than these mortal bodies.

More than the eye can see,

the ear can hear,

we’ve been told.

 

Follow the path

ahead of you.

When all seems blocked

or obscured –

wait.

 

Revelation will come,

light will shine,

a voice will speak,

or cloud will surround

and open the way

for you to go.

 

Transformation

or Transfiguration

will expand

your heart and life

to carry more

love and glory.

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

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Pass Out Hope

Pass out hope

With a smile

Lend a hand

Watch it grow

Kindness is language

Of the heart

Words we speak

Looks we give

All together

Send a message

May they say:

“You are loved

Worthy of attention

Something in you

Is of great value

Lift your head

Come alive

See the smile

In God’s eyes”

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Advent: Peace

Prepare the way

prepare the home

prepare the table

prepare my heart

Fix those potholes

line the streets with

flowers and lights

Clean every corner

dust and sweep

gather and hunt

Fill the house with

color and fragrance

flowers and fruit

to center the table

 

Now the hardest part –

my heart

Dark and dusty places

replaced with light and

fragrance from hidden

fruits sown and grown

the greatest is love

centering all

 

In that clear night sky

long ago

the angels could not contain

the joy

and sang of peace

the world is yet longing for

Where will this peace be found

if not first in our hearts

cluttered with care and

discord

Prepare ye the way

© 2013 Julie Clark

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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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Lenten Post # 7

I find myself

Hacking my way through a jungle

I cannot see clearly

But my heart compass is set north

Deep calling to deep

All of a sudden

Breaking free

Onto a well-worn

Path

Sprinkled with Saint and Angel dust

I am not alone after all

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Ask

They’ve been waiting

Anticipating

This moment

Ready to move

High alert

Waiting

Anticipating

 

The feeble prayer

Forms in the heart

Barely makes it

To the lips

If at all

A mere

Seed of faith

 

Commotion

In the cosmos

“She asked!

We are moving in!”

The cogs begin to turn

Heaven moves earth

Surely help is on the way

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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