Sunday, February 23, 2020

To See Anew / Un nouveau regard


In this day
15 billion eyes will open
Awakened by possibility, necessity,
       rhythms of biology

Bleary with the haze of unmet expectations
Scanning the horizon for a glimmer of light
Ablaze with the wonder of new discovery
Scintillating with the hope of what could be
Resigned to live in a world not chosen
Darting to look away from all that hurts
Weary from the weight of yesterdays stealing
       hope from tomorrows
Longing to close again into uninterrupted sleep

Tear-filled with grief or dry with sleeplessness,
Dilated with fear or misty with love –

15 billion eyes awaken to a new day
Their stories, as varied as fingerprints,
       held in the embrace of the unseen All-Seeing One
       who calls himself Father

With tenderness and infinite creativity, he invites
7.5 billion souls to come as children –
       To exchange near-sightedness
              for eternal vision and
       the swirl of sorrow and fear
              for understanding-surpassing peace –
       To lay down striving to take up rest,
              longings satisfied by the Giver of all good things

On the eyes of all who come, he spreads
       Love like a balm
Inviting them to wash at the river of life
       to regain not their sight but his –
New eyes to see this world and the world to come

Kept as the apple of his eye
Enlivened by the wonder of a love so great
Safe in our Father’s gaze
We shall see anew

Rennes, France
February 10, 2020


Photos by Young Suk Kum Frondo and Xavier Lespinas

A poem written for morning worship at the 2020 Agapé France National Staff Conference, where the theme was Christian Worldview.


Version en français :

Un nouveau regard

En ce jour
15 milliards d’yeux vont s’ouvrir
Éveillés par la possibilité, la nécessité,
l’horloge biologique

Perdus dans le brouillard des attentes inassouvies
Scrutant l’horizon pour la moindre lueur
Rayonnant de l’émerveillement de découvertes nouvelles
Scintillant de l’espoir de ce qui pourrait être
Résignés à vivre dans un monde non choisi
Détournant le regard pour éviter tout ce qui pourrait blesser
Lassés du fardeau d’hier qui vole l’espoir de demain
N’attendant que de sombrer à nouveau dans un sommeil ininterrompu

Emplis des larmes du deuil ou secs de l’insomnie
Dilatés par la peur ou brillant d’amour –

15 milliards d’yeux s’éveillent au jour nouveau
Leurs histoires, aussi variées que leurs empreintes,
tenues dans l’étreinte du Dieu invisible qui voit tout –  
Celui qui se nomme Père

Avec tendresse et une créativité infinie, il invite
7,5 milliards d’âmes à venir comme des enfants –
À échanger leur myopie
contre une vision d’éternité et
le tourbillon des chagrins et des peurs
contre une paix qui surpasse toute intelligence –
            À cesser les luttes pour accueillir le repos,
                        désirs comblés par Lui,
la Source d’où provient toute chose bonne

Sur les yeux de tous ceux qui s’approchent, il répand
            l’Amour comme un baume
Les invitant à se laver à la rivière de vie
pour recouvrer non pas leur vue mais la sienne –
Des yeux nouveaux pour voir notre monde et celui qui vient

Gardés comme la prunelle de ses yeux
Vivifiés par la merveille d’un amour si grand
En sécurité dans le regard de notre Père
Enfin nous verrons

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Cocoon


I emerge slowly
Never the master of those first thoughts
hovering precariously between the waking world and dreamland

As blinds roll up, the light spills in
setting in motion the dance of Morning –
the daily steps well-known but never quite the same

Blankets thrown back haphazardly form a cocoon of sorts
And sliding my hand underneath, I find it still
filled with the sweet warmth of slumber

I long to crawl back in, curling once again into the
safety of surrender
But the winds of the day call me to fly
unfurling folded wings to scatter life and joy as best I can
Climbing the breeze with the help of an unseen Spirit

Perhaps I may carry this cocoon in my heart
Returning there time and again when I pause on a flower
to catch the warmth of the sun on my wings
Knowing those rays flow from the same Sun
            who restores me as I sleep


Rennes, France
January 24, 2020


Psalm 84:11 “For the LORD God is a sun and shield; the LORD bestows favor and honor. No good thing does he withhold from those who walk uprightly.”

Top Photo by NON on Unsplash

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Blue Sky Day

Today is a blue sky day.
My heart is always lighter when the gray veil is peeled back,
revealing an inky expanse inhabited by a cheery orb
whose dimming signals the end of night
Ink fades to ice-eye-blue as Earth turns imperceptibly beneath me
And seagulls call, far from shore
The city awakens with me inside
But some corner of my heart
            wiggles its toes in the warm sand
As waves beat time on the coast of eternity

Rennes, France
October 15, 2019



Photos taken in Corsica
April 2019

Thursday, February 6, 2020

A Songbird's Declaration



Why does she sing with no one near to hear?
A melody that wells from deep within
Amidst dark branches from her perch she peers
Upon the slumbering earth fore day begins

While others lie in dreams her notes ring out
The shadows ’round her have no pow’r to fright
There’s something in her song to scatter doubt
And chase away the darkness of the night

She does not need to see the light to know
The One who gave her life is coming soon
A new day’s dawning on the earth below
Fore’er she’ll sing him praises with her tune

Within her downy breast she’s made her choice
As long as she has breath, she’ll use her voice

January 31, 2020
Rennes, France
My first sonnet, inspired by a bird singing at 6 am while driving a friend to the airport

Photo by Michel Catalisano on Unsplash

Saturday, February 1, 2020

Joy Beyond Vision



She stands close beside her mother, ebony hair sweptback in a ponytail, wisps held in place by a silver beaded headband.
Though silent in the room of worshippers lifting voices, her incandescent smile is a well of praise far deeper than a song, that few see as her chin dips earthward.
If it weren’t for the child who toddled over, peach balloon in hand, I, too, might have missed it.

Eyes alight, baby curls framing her lively grin, she approached with curiosity, certain that the kind smile reflecting her own came from one whose heart was playful.

Drawing near, she held out her balloon as if to say, “Wanna play?”, and without words, the mother guided her daughter’s open hand to receive this friendly offering.
The music around them continued as the new pair began a dance of sorts, passing the balloon back and forth, as if each knew that beneath its latex walls lie hidden the simple secret of joy.

As two-year-olds are wont to do, the little one came and went, at times circling back to her mama or pausing mid-orbit to study the face of someone new.
Not knowing when she’d come, the taller girl waited patiently for the return of this pint-sized free electron, who was drawn back time and again by the positive charge of her peaceful smile.

Watching them, my heart learned more than I could ever put into words, enlightened by two young teachers whose vision far surpasses what eye can or cannot see.

November 3, 2019
Rennes, France



Photos by Devon Divine and Gabrigel on Unsplash