Never Sleeps

While a pastor on the Fort Berthold Reservation I was honored with the Indian name, "NeverSleeps". It was primarily because I was often responding to particular needs in the middle of the night.

Even more relevant, the Lord Himself, Maker of all, "Never Sleeps".

Surely you know.
Surely you have heard.
The Lord is the God who lives forever,
who created all the world.
He does not become tired or need to rest.
No one can understand how great his wisdom is.

Isaiah 40:28

Welcome to every reader. I am a simple follower of Jesus. He is perfect, I often fall short.

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

See Us More Clearly


See Us More Clearly
"For the sake of your name, don’t despise us. Don’t dishonor your glorious throne. Remember your promise to us; don’t break it." Jeremiah 14:21)

Please see us more clearly than we see
ourselves,
here we bring our votives and underlying motives
wondering why our turns of left and right and our
circles of up and down
leave us just as grounded as before.
We would fly if we could, (some pretend that we do),
we would beat back the momentum of our own
dishonesty, except our own family tell us
all we believe is true.

Please see the red in our eyes, (anger or crying,
sometimes a mere disguise). We give no excuses,
though we choose to sometimes blame it on the way
we have been created. (Me, not you. The yous abuse
every freedom they are given. The theys are tireless and
wicked without reason.) But we confess, and confess, and
confess, and it sounds like all the rest who cannot find a
place to admit, we vote for ugly then never regret what we get.

Please send your grace just now, and open our hearts to receive it.
We have lived so long as if we are right, we have forgotten how to admit
a journey filled with center-vision that refuses to see the
abused, the crying, the unwell, the dying,
the never-church, the basement pray-er, the mudcake poems
fascinated with grubs and ants and slugs. Earth is too dirty
to allow on the carpet between our pews.

Please send your Spirit; this time we will not refuse her friends
that always accompany her presence. She brings lilies of the day,
but dandelions too. She shares the scent of love that fills every room
and edits every ungodly no-love forward from Youtube or
presidential campaigns. She brings pain, she brings hope,
she brings tears, she brings old jokes we used to tell.

Please send her and we will never pretend
again,
that it was our singing, or our shouting, or our goodness
that brought her here within.



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