Love
Three words…

…all civilizations, and ages both on earth and heaven hinges on them
…they profoundly transform those who hear, say, and believe them
…they annihilate shame, guilt, burden, loneliness,depression, and death
…they provide supernatural joy, freedom, and hope
…they expose and destroy all lies, suffering, and evil
…they hold all the mysteries of creation, time, and purpose
…they drag “lies” kicking and screaming into the light and banish darkness
…they wreak havoc on all evil authority and authenticity
…they redefine success and sincerity and sacrifice
…they are immediately understood and leave their mark when spoken
…they hold in their meaning all beginnings and endings
Three words…
“He is Risen”
These words of prayer…
The bowels of the earth are thundering.
There is no longer safety in the past. There never was.
These words of prayer are for God. I know they please Him.
“…on earth as it is in heaven…”
There is only strength to take one moment at a time.
“…give us this day our daily bread…
We have been caught unaware of fragility like a vapor in the mist.
My shield of Faith feels like a furnace because all the earth is on fire and no water to be found.
Yet I am keenly aware of the scent of flowers, grass, and dirt.
“… deliver us from evil…”
…for thine is the glory forever and ever…”
God does not slumber. Jesus is Risen. His Love never fails.
Amen.

A weather-driven working man

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A weather-driven working man
With sun-dried skin and calloused hands
His voice always gentle, his words always kind
He loved me like the pearl of great price
He said a granddaughter is the glory of this life
That place where we bleed

It is an early morning rain
blue crystals falling from the sky
Oh all the words won’t come my way
the search for them makes me high
I saw you sleeping in the candle light
coming round to that place where we bleed
Oh all your thoughts won’t come my way
each idea planted like a row of seeds
It is an early morning rain
a symphony falling from the sky
Oh all the dance steps are ours
or at least to give a try.
They Only Hear the Pretty Notes

These children in my heart take my breath away.
So warm and wild in joyful play.
So strong yet gentle, with cheeks the color of the rose.
They only hear the pretty notes.
These days together are short and tender
I just smile up to heaven and surrender,
Then breathlessly, I hear all the pretty notes…
Looking for the pretty notes…

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Looking for the pretty notes I strain my ear to hear
that melody of Holy song telling me you are near.
No minor chords of sad goodbye or Sin’s death and decay.
No more lies and darkened skies to distort my journeys way.
I listen for the harmony of your singing clear and sweet
The pretty notes of your presence your love song on repeat…
Early on We are taught…

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Early on we are taught
Time is all we’ve got
and then we learn it’s not…
Grief comes to call
at some point
for us all, it’s true…
In the bubble of our backyard
we grow not knowing fear, it’s true
Dad is a super hero, Mom is always near…
Now we know those still waters
let us grow, it’s true
no one can take that love from you.
Now we are old
and we know Time is brief
like melting snow and falling leaves…
In the meaning of it all
we learn Time means nothing at all
It is love that is never small, it’s true
There is nothing folded or any pockets left to hide anything…(This is what being a Nurse means…)

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There is nothing folded or any pockets left to hide anything. There are no possessions, no promise to keep, and no clever things to say. There are no lies to tell, no more pressure of failure or success. There is no need to pursue happiness and accolades. There are no more bills to pay or money to spend. There is nothing clever to be said.
This man and I are alone in his hospital room. We are humans here together. I am the last person he saw. I am the last one to hold this hand that is already losing its warmth. This hand that held his sweetheart, his children, and grandchildren. This hand that worked diligently at a job and perhaps lost touch on his journey.
In this moment I feel his joys and sorrows as one human to another. I have the privilege to hold for just a brief moment the connection of the mystery that we both have lived, and dreamed in both the laughing and the weeping.
I am the one who will gently wash away the smell of sickness. I will tenderly prepare this human body for final rest as if he were my loved one because the Truth is we are brother and sister in the family of “us.” All of us who are called humans. I will make sure he looks his best for his loved ones who are on their way here in mourning, and just for ” the blink of an eye” I will hold this other human’s unknown secrets, dreams, and love for the cherished treasures they are. I will be a better person having done so.
I whisper a prayer to The One who gives life and who defeated death and give thanks that two complete strangers can be so completely united for a single moment.
This is what being a Nurse means…
Daily there are new hits

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Daily there are new hits.
The death toll rising and no place to sit,
at the table of commerce there is hunger and doubt.
Some will be let in but so many left out.
So a new reality is here.
In whom will I trust and whom will I fear?
Will people be kind and help stop the bleeding?
My country is dying and my soul is grieving.
Decency and kindness are being crucified!
No one tells the truth, the media is all lies!
My soul is crying in the long dark night!
Deliver us oh God with your Holy light!
Never let it be said of this patriot here,
that she ever gave up her country so dear!
Let her be remembered as a woman who prayed,
“In God we trust until the end of days!”