Outdoor Worship

over sundown psalms of mourning doves

“When he came and saw the grace of God, he was glad, and” –

fiddling wings of mating crickets

“he exhorted them all”

a fall of catkins from post oak trees

“to remain faithful
to the Lord 
with steadfast purpose”

ants nose around us on their way home

Soul Shy

Days long ago I wrestled with

God.

Stormed his walls and claimed his ear.

Today, I fidgeted, and watched my feet, and stammered a triviality.

How shy of you I am,
how anxiously I tiptoe now
going past your door,

for fear

that You might hear me.

Glory

She lay him –
God –
On hay,
While angels
unable to contain their joy
unfurled bright wings and flew,
Blossomed a white and fiery rose
before the drowsing sheep –
In thunderous voice
broke into chorus across
the fields, the prickly grass where shepherds sprawled.
And immortal shadows
grew great against the mountains all around.

They serenade the Son
who whimpers, wondering at the world he made,
and lies among the wide-eyed cows:
Jesus –
Deity –
veiled, veiled
from human eyes,
lest he overwhelm us
with his glory
and we die.