what matters most
Sometimes our knowing so much holds us back…
Head and heart language
bunched up in the laundry basket
between loads of colored clothes
that go either in the hot or cold,
delicate and normal…
First or second rinse…
How many books on the shelves explain God…
Or list gratitude as number four ,
After loving God, neighbor and oneself?
And the balance has to change if the soul is to
Learn the lessons of this lifetime…
Endure the consequences,
Wrap up years on a calendar
With more joys than sorrows.
Perhaps there is meaning in Sabbath rest,
Sharing popsicles with toddlers with sticky hands;
Washing old quilts and hanging them on clotheslines to dry…
Saying, “I don’t know,” and it’s alright.
Writing poetry that preaches a basic message of goodness…
While standing in the crowd,
Cheering for the other guy
Witnessing God in the subtle and the sly
Trading nothing for what has been,
Yet defining what has been enough,
What will not do anymore,
And that coming to the earth at this time
Is for the curious, the creative and those who
Value communion – and what stirs one up inside.
Complicated and complex –
The sharing of spiritual thought on levels that
Change the planet and the sway of the trees as we walk in the park.
Beauty,
Rev.Donna Knutson
Letting go into the wind
The winding road behind obliterated
Creating a heart of sand inside
then allowing the salt water to wash it clean
Ready for new footprints
of children ready to play
creating circles of care
evolution of spring into summer brings so much new
green, growth, flowers
Honey bees can’t resist pollination
making love brings birthdays galore
one after another
Blessing heaped on blessing
Grace upon grace
Mercy’s for this day
we wear our sunshine if needed
we sing praises until we’re done
then walk on down to the river
feeling emotional
baptism is only the simplest picture
of a brand new life
💞
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 