Author Archives: Lydia
Gehenna: A Poem
Gehenna (you may call it Hell)The place where trash was castto burn. Gehenna is the only place for broken mirrors. A place for everythingdefunct,desultory,defaced. It is there Jesus says we are destined,driven,doomed. But imagine being snatchedJust before the fire licks our feet. As the Creator recreates for eternal lightinstead of heat. The word Gehenna is […]
The Peculiar Symmetry of Weeping and Rejoicing
My father passed away last year. It was a Friday, so, two days later I found myself gathering to worship in my local church. I sat near the rear of the sanctuary, the area usually occupied by families with young children. Thus I was surrounded with the sound of babies babbling joyfully, combining with the […]
I Worried
I Worried by Mary Oliver I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turnas it was taught, and if not, how shallI correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the […]
The Song of Knives and Forks
My grandmother passed away just over a year ago. Time has a strange hold on our perceptions, so it feels both very long ago, and just yesterday. She and I shared a birthday, and every year that our schedules aligned we would celebrate together. She would always bake me a German Chocolate Cake, and finally […]
Let Fools Use Their Talent
Well, God give them wisdom that have it, andthose that are Fools, let them use their talents.Festes the Fool, Twelfth Night, by William Shakespeare I’ve always loved poetry. Beginning with the lighthearted, rhythmic and relatable poems we give to children; favorites like A.A. Milne and Robert Louis Stevenson. My love only increased when, as a […]
Oceans Never Fill 