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Lectio + Haiku -- January 2007
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Haiku
Long nights, a soul rocks
and knits in the dark, patterns
unseen and yet known.
-- Margaret, In the Courtyard
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Not
just the fabric
mother-woven in the womb -
God's light in the threads
-- Brad, Port Townsend
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Stumbling in the dark,
Then fumbling for the light switch,
Which turns on the fan.
-- Greg, Seattle
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in Your discernment
so intricately we breathe
a whisper of Light
-- Karen, Port Townsend
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To be known by You
nothing secret, nothing hid
Love, Unimagined!
-- Roberta, Sequim
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Flood tide on warm sand
Fringed hem on long swingy skirt
Fearless tongue singing
-- Margaret, In the Courtyard
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Lost in abstractions,
I cannot see the darkness
Or hear the silence.
-- Greg, Seattle |
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Your Intensity
aches, my mind and body, and
I am still; with You
-- Karen, Port Townsend |
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Roy Orbison -
Again young! he black and white
You Living Colors
-- Brad, Port Townsend
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Internal toil
revealed in my darkness
ETERNALLY cleansed.
-- Karen, Port Townsend
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Your complexity
Star-vast, sun-bright, beyond me-
Yet YOU welcome me!
-- Brad, Port Townsend
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too dark light gold red
this picture not saying, "Yes!"
let's try something wrong
-- Katherine, Portland
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Drawn into the path,
framed by branch, leaf, and sunlight,
I walk on bare earth.
-- Margaret, In the Courtyard
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Scripture
For the last days of the
Christmas season
and the first weeks of
Epiphany,
a song of intimacy and awe.
Psalm 139 : 1 - 18
O LORD, you have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from far away.
You search out my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
O LORD, you know it completely.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is so high that I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from your spirit?
Or where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there;
if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
If I take the wings of the morning
and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light around me become night,”
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is as bright as the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For it was you who formed my inward parts;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written
all the days that were formed for me,
when none of them as yet existed.
How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
I try to count them — they are more than the sand;
I come to the end — I am still with you.
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