A great poem, shared with me by my friend Roberta Damon: What, finally, shall we say In the last moment When we will be confronted By the Unimaginable, The One Who could not be measured or contained In space or time Who was Love Unlimited? What shall we answer When the question is asked About [...]
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What, finally, shall we say?
Posted in Church, Homelessness, etc., Poems, The Missional Church, tagged afraid, Church, compassion, fearless, forgotten, lonely, mission, neglected, poem, poor, sad, Urusula Solek, wretched on October 14, 2009 | 5 Comments »
For Mothers Everywhere
Posted in Poems, tagged Kentucky, Mother's Day, poem, Virginia, Wendell Berry on May 12, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Here’s another great poem by Wendell Berry. I smiled when I read it because, for nearly five years in Kentucky, I was pastor to his mother, Virginia Berry. She was everything he says she was here and then some. But I also smiled because it reminded me so much of my own mother, who forgave [...]
Practice Resurrection
Posted in Poems, tagged Kentucky, Liberation Front, Mad Farmer, New Castle, Practice Resurrection, Wendell Berry on April 18, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Wendell Berry–well-known poet, philospher, and prophet—was a member of the church I served in New Castle, Kentucky. I’ve read a number of his novels and essays, but this poem has always been one of my favorites. If you’re not a fan of poety (some people aren’t), you can skip down to the last line which—during [...]
The Girl in the Purple Shoes
Posted in Poems, tagged girl, irises, purple, shoes, Starbucks on April 6, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I was at Starbucks this afternoon, reading through a stack of correspondence, studying for Wednesday night’s sermon from Mark 12:1-12, and savoring the first few pages of Phyllis Tickle’s new book, The Great Emergence, when I looked up and saw a pair of shoes that inspired poety. Here’s the result: There is a girl with [...]
See Paris First
Posted in Poems, tagged Ash Wednesday, Cross, Deny, Die, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, fear, Judy Skeen, M. Truman Cooper, Paris, volunteer on February 26, 2009 | 3 Comments »
As a follow up to my Ash Wednesday sermon about overcoming our fear of death by denying ourselves, taking up our crosses, and following Jesus (“volunteering to die” as Dietrich Bonhoeffer would put it), let me offer this wonderful poem by M. Truman Cooper, first shared with me by my dear friend Judy Skeen. It’s [...]
