monday

pouty, irritated, not so motivated;

take it out on husband and friend.

overworked, annoyed, feel a little void,

wanting and not wanting day to end.

this must be a monday,

ridiculous, unfun,

this must be a girl in her own brain.

step outside apartment,

underneath the sun,

close the eyes and let the mercy rain.


cLiCk hEre

i got sucked in.

i'm sitting here in my pjs, teeth unbrushed, breakfast uneaten. ??!!? perfect for a mock-blog.

i got sucked in, how ‘bout you?

facebook, blogspot and youtube,

ebay, etsy, google, yahoo,

twitter and kijiji and a little gmail, too.  

brain fried, hands tied, cold, dark room.

dunno if i might’ve had things to do...

i got sucked in, how ‘bout you?

i am the missionary

sitting with a friend,

“when will the heartache end?”

tear-stained, worn and trembled;

strengthened while assembled.

broken in the darkness,

“please, somebody help us”

friend from ‘cross the street

wash the other’s feet.

kitchen pantry bare,

“i pray someone will share”.

neighbour, pockets spilled;

giving, cupboards filled.

no need for flights and ferries,

no need to travel ‘round -

i am the missionary; 

i am the mission ground.

wait - no need to hurry;

pray the harvest yield.

you are the missionary;

you are the mission field.

burdens to be carried,

Saviour to be found.

we are the missionary;

we are the mission ground.

join us on thursdays for a little bit o' somethin' somethin'...

Mother Goose

the smell of an old book - 
might’ve been my mom’s...

spots of dirt and candy 
over my son John.

Hey diddle, diddle 
in the middle of the page,

Little Boy Blue 
looking twice his age.

Colours fading, maybe, 
from the girls of Georgie Porgie,

and the Muffet 
on the tuffet’s gone away.

pages thin and tearing 
‘cross the mitts 
the kitts were wearing...

Mary’s garden 
surely knew a better day.

open up and pour 
o’er the joys of childhood ‘lore, 

tap the door at three and four 
until it opens.

it’s been good 
to know you, book,

to step inside 
and take a look...

reminding of the 
good and fun of hopin’.

spots of dirt and candy.

colours fading, maybe.

pages thin and torn.

joys of childhood ‘lore.

the smell of an old book - 
might’ve been my mom’s.

trail to freedom

Christ offers incredible liberty that often conflicts with our traditions, thinking, behaviour, etc. 

this can make the path to freedom more painful than the enslavement itself. i felt the urge to get off that path and remain mediocre, in bonds. but at the end of the day, i still found myself wanting more. so i move forward, however slowly or alone.

fallen off the wagon

on the trail to freedom,

trodden under feet with balls and chains.

wave ‘so long’ to liberty

let it cast away to sea

slap the cuffs on - 

this is how we came.

we’ve gone this road before,

it’s simple: you and i want more,

it’s painful: opening our eyes

in this light.

fallen off the wagon

on the trail to freedom

trodden under feet with balls and chains

wave ‘so long’ to liberty

let it cast away to sea

slap the cuffs on - 

drag us through the rain.

we’ve gone this road before,

it’s simple: you and i want more,

it’s painful: opening our eyes

in this light.

let’s go there one more time,

we need to show them how and why

they need to open up their eyes

in this light.

tired of reaching

i’m tired of reaching out

tired of standing tall

i cannot find my footing

and i fear that i may fall

it’s too much to endure

my spirit cannot hope

my body aches and weakens

like a withered, fraying rope

tired of reaching

done with seeing

Someone fill my cup!

stretch out Your hand

and grip me tightly

lift me,

lift me up

my eyes are dimming, squinting

my ears no longer hear

my mouth can form no words of peace

it only whispers fear

i’ll wait for You awhile

if You say that You will come

come and free me, give me hope,

and point my gaze toward home

everything is learning

listening to songs, over and over

to be dancing

to be distracted

to be learning

how to move the world with lyrics and melodies

going for a walk all around town

to be a sight-seer

to be active

to be learning

how to be strong when i’m alone

sorting photos on my living room floor

to be orderly

to be minimal

to be learning

how to let go and how to remember

visiting my sister and her sons

to be out of the house

to be with somebody else

to be learning

how to mother and how to love

cooking supper for my husband

to be well-fed

to be a wife

to be learning

how we can be a better me and a better him

everything is learning