Oblivious by Rebecca Brame
My good friend, L. L. Barkat is talking about Mary at her site today as part of a book giveaway for Scot McKnight’s The Real Mary. I’ve never understood the protestant hesitancy with Mary.
Heck, I pray Scripture all the time. In fact, it is becoming my preferred form of prayer. This means I pray through stories and letters and psalms, and yes, the annunciation.
Call me a papist. I can take it. I even read the new encyclicals most of the time.
So when L. L. asked me to point people towards her book giveway and towards Scot McKnight’s book, I said sure. (Full disclosure: L.L. is Managing Editor at HighCallingBlogs.com.)
With that in mind, I have a simple contribution to this discussion about grace and people full of grace. A trio of poems about grace and prayer.
Hey There, St. John
Gospel or not, the world is filled
with bad news. In giving, I’ll receive
more in return? If I humble myself,
I’ll be made great? Let me check
the rulebook. Our schedule is full
and the choir has practiced enough.
Stop loving and forgiving and quit
being shepherds because nothing is
bigger than this: We don’t have names.
In the sun, we don’t cast shadows.
When we speak, our dogs sleep.
Stumbling out of Heresy
Prayer doesn’t produce
anything except fruit.
Be patient, it takes
decades. In fact,
waste time royally
and forget to yield
results. God is
prayer. Enter in.
Ars Moriendi
The confused worm spun a web
in darkness under the bathroom
sink–a strange place for transformation
next to cleaning supplies and dop
kits for business trips. Thank God
we opened the cabinet door
for a new tube of toothpaste
and one morning freed a moth.
Image Oblvious by Rebecca Brame used with permission.
