An Ode to Friedman

A dig through the past for some kin,

Unearthed stories – some slathered with sin.

Rose colored glasses now gone;

System ties travel on.

Where I am could be right where they’ve been.

 

Thanks to Edwin Friedman and my many teachers and coaches from The Center for Family Process – especially Coach Mickie – for allowing me to take an incredible systems journey.

Peace!

#writing201

My Home Among the Hills

wpid-PaperArtist_2014-03-24_11-00-46.jpegBased on Luke 4:24-30

Inspired by http://www.pray-as-you-go.org

Yeah, I am a child of the mountains –
a “West-By-God-Virginian.”

But why do I build my city on a hill?

Is it the place where I best see –
the danger coming
the glorious sunrise
the gathering storms
the grandest views of creation?

Or is it just the place
where even when I don’t feel safe…

I can force those who assail
my foundation
my beliefs
my worldview
to the edge of a precipice
where they can view their doom.

I build my city on a hill
but I often forget.

The cliff is not there for my enemies
or the prophets who unsettle me.
It is there for me…
to shout until the Word echoes
to step off…
to fail, to fall, and to flail.

And to find myself
in the very hand of God.

an abandoned vessel

cropped-img_2234-e1353720642505an abandoned vessel

An empty water jar bakes in the heat
in a place where people are called
“sin-filled.”
My Lord sits beside it,
tracing his finger around the rim.

I join the other followers as we come to him with our food.

Someone gave him something to eat?
Someone gave him something to drink?
Surely not.
Not here.

We are among those people.

Yet Jesus says he does not thirst.
Yet Jesus says he is full.

Why do I focus upon my definitions?

 Of hunger…
Of thirst…
Of those who are sinful…

My Lord sits by the edge of a bottomless well
tracing his finger
along the edge
of abandoned definitions.

Based upon John 4:5-42

Inspired by www.pray-as-you-go.org for March 22/23, 2014

Freeform Friday

Appalachian Preacher has been doing some great entries with her “‘Throwback Thursdays” and I think I might do that type of entry in the days ahead but this was inspired by listening to “Pray-As-You-Go” today. I highly recommend them for their devotional material and meditation exercises.

Friday, February 28

Bittersweet aroma
Soothing sounds
Hum of the house
Breathe.

Shadows and then darkness
As eyes close.
“Listen”
How was I found?
How many times have I been held up by God?

words read – The Word beckons

Heart laughs and cries as
the hand that has held up also pierces
Nervousness…Recognition…Resignation
Where is hope and encouragement?

Blessed are those who endure.

It is enough,
the hands that hold
the hands hat judge
the hands that bring hope
Are One and come to me.

A quiet heart speaks to One.
Soothing sound of music
Another sip of coffee
A time of prayer ends… world without end. Amen. Amen.

Have a blessed weekend!