Sermon Notes Poetry: Psalm 90

More poetry from the pews. Um, we don't have pews. We have maroon, cushiony chairs. Still, here are the poems...


How busy are you,
you've got edges
of Egypt, entrances
lands on your mind,
questions of who am I
and how will I
be remembered.


Artful life
beautiful life
well-lived life
with hands
established or maybe
work established
of our hands.


Drop rain
in wood, on stream,
drop rain on the way
to bird-woven oceans.


Wise, be
heart skilled,
be craftspeople,
select strands
of dying, be
priestly life-living
be numbered-day


Brevity is
mourning without
death, death without
mourning, death
without sex, or maybe
sex without death.


My life is an hour
and three quarters,
eighteen minutes at best,
I won't even get my
stained glass into the window
before it's time to go.


But I have to admit
that sometimes
my life
feels like an eternity.


Can you believe
we believed enough
to leave—onions, lotus,
hippos in the river,
but when we got where
we were going, we
couldn't leave, believe


Moses's astounding prayer,
fragile sweeping
us like moaning grass,
turning us in time,
saying we are more
than our eighteen minutes,
more than a day.


How do we, tell me
how do we get in
on the deal,
the dwelling-place
God-condo deal
with lotus
floating in the
courtyard pool.


Cana Redux

A prayer for dark times,
exile work captive
land no more
promises mortal hands
rats racing towards
the future, we need
naom and her
sweet Ruth
and perhaps a bit
of the barley harvest,
and... beer?


The Old Man Says

We're going to have
to pray
to ask
to God
to build
to bring,
let's not

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Blogger Kathleen Overby said...

Stunning words, not from the plushy place.

Blogger Marcus Goodyear said...

We have pews. It's very old school for us on Sunday.

I like the idea of the God-condo deal.

Blogger Misha said...

I love the last "The Old Man Says"

Blogger Joelle said...

Wowzers! So much here in so little. Though I don't feel particularly fond of my Evangelical upbringing, I do appreciate how a broad/deep knowledge of the Bible comes in quite handy for poetry-making and reading. Subtle and brilliant, L.L.! I particularly like that bit about leaving and believing and onions.

Blogger Heidi said...

Beautiful poetry!

Coincidentally, my church has maroon cushiony chairs too. Do yours perhaps link together on the legs?

Blogger Unknown said...

love your poetry, keep it up...

Award/Treats 4 Poetic Friends of Jingle, Happy Sunday!

Blogger Emily said...

Love this. Love the idea, too.

Blogger Unknown said...

Please consider link in 1 to 3 poems to Jingle Poetry Potluck week 14.
We are open and will remain open 24 hours and appreciate your submission today...

any poems are welcome.


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