Mary Martha

Can I sit
attentive to the voice of many waters
and yet
move, serve, respond?

Can I act,
responsive to a world of burning rubble
and yet
listen, stop and breathe?

Full of many things,
I forget
to choose the better part.
Caught in mindless bustle,
I catch
eternity in the friction that grinds
to a hault.
O bless the failure
that drives me kneeward.
Bless the gravel that stirs up
my knees to stretch and rise.

Too Much Light 3: Prepare your ears

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Slow down.
Road, rain, traffic slow you down
but you are fast.
Your heart pounds to silence the road, and buds
turned inward block out growth.
What speaks is asphalt
and the music in your ears, the hum
of engines idling, the unexpected pause.
Yet sky
is telling another story: look, the clouds
gather round the sun to make it plain.
And other hearts pound beside you,
some with windows wound down, and some
wound up
with the delayed expectation of day…
Change lanes;
there is movement in another place, and blinking
lights declare the way is near.
Listen: truth today sings in silent stasis
and beckons you to hear.