as simple as turning a door knob
“Come,” he says. . . “Come. . .”
An act as simple as turning a door knob,
yet like the knob opens the door to something new,
unseen, different from where you are standing
– so does this invitation from Christ:
“Come. . . .”
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly” ~ Matthew 11: 28-30
Low Bends the Reed
Low bends the frozen reed,
like a heart unmoved
by a mother’s plea
faith, let it break not beneath
the weight, she cries
bent over the Mercy Seat
thawed and bruised,
like a heart wounded
to waking
by a mother’s plea
faith, let it break not
to loss, she cries
bent over her Father’s feet
thin and reedy it faces
the sun, reaching
by its own heart’s plea
break this heart open
to love thee well
a mother’s child
cries at the Mercy Seat
“A bruised reed he will not break.” ~ Isaiah 42:3, ESV
~ March 26, 2015

A Rich Man’s Love
Unconditional Love
is a rich man’s love –
a man rich in
family traditions,
faith, hope,
and a Mary Poppins-Bag-kind-of-heart
that is deep enough to fill with love
for as many people,
not as it can hold
for the Mary Poppins bag is bottomless,
but for as many people
the mind chooses to love.
It is priceless!
~ July 1, 2011

Filling Saltshakers
I’ve been filling the saltshakers
– pepper shakers, too.
Wiping off fingerprints
and dusty build-up,
Crazy Gluing bunny ears,
digging into cabinets,
match-making pairs
lost to each other,
finding peace despite
one snow-woman shaker
found in a what-not box
given when my mother moved to warmth
and wholeness
cannot be reunited with her pepper-shaker snow man.
I’ve been filling saltshakers
after growing where I was planted for a season
in impoverished soil
because He called me to it
this planting in uncomfortable places
until right timing,
His big and little hands of timing when He would
pull the roots of myself loose,
shake out the soil,
and carry me
to a new place,
a refreshing place.
As He pulls me,
shakes me,
moves me
to a different way
to live the daily,
I’ve been left wordless,
silent,
awed by His faithfulness
His plan
His protection
in this journey
to this place where
filling saltshakers
is so much more than
filling saltshakers.
“a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak.”
~ Ecc 3:7, NIV
~ January 25, 2015

I’ve had lots of questions the last few weeks about what my new book Hope to the Hungry Sparrow is about. It’s about encouragement in the challenges. Why poetry? Because poetry allows the writer to say indirectly things that sometimes cannot be said directly to our friends, our family members, maybe even to ourselves. Sometimes it tempers a scalding hot topic into something that can go down deep and warm the soul. Sometimes ideas talked about indirectly have more of a chance to reach the heart and mind than ideas spoken directly and rebuffed before they’ve had a chance to slip into the soul. I’ve been asked which poem is my favorite. I have a top five to ten, but I wouldn’t be able to tell you the #1 favorite. I think the best response would be to say, “Read and tell me which is your favorite.”
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I am so deeply grateful our Lord invites us to “come”. All we need do is turn the knob. Thank you for sharing Low Bends the Reed as I have been thinking about Isaiah 42:3 the last few days. Blessings sweet friend!
I really appreciated your thoughts on tackling a “hot topic” in poetry. Sometimes we surprise ourselves with the words that wash up on the page!
“Come,” says the Father. “Come,” says the Son. “Come,” says the Holy Spirit. A beautiful invitation is extended to us again and again, Maryleigh.
I love Eugene Peterson’s translation of Matt. 11 verses and the image of the Mary Poppin’s bag.
Congrats on your book of poetry. I was reading your piece about filling the saltshakers, and this line jumped out at me:
As He pulls me,
shakes me,
moves me
to a different way
to live the daily,
I suddenly thought … is there a different way He wants me to live the daily? Food for thought!
God continues to beckon, to call, to love.
Congrats on your book of poetry, friend. Your heart-felt, Christ-centered words are going to touch many souls.
Easter week blessings to you and yours, Maryleigh.