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Wax and Wane

Wax and Wane

Filling the tree beyond the kitchen window
The waxwings came to call this evening.

Resting and roosting,
Preening…feasting and

In no particular hurry to move on.

Having no need to plant nor sow
Only to keep their annual appointment
With the obnoxiously ugly berry tree
Leaning next to the still uglier shed out back.

Bulk of Waxwings

Ticking off their layover with the instinctual reverence
One might recognize in visiting each year the same roadside diner
On the way to their vacation villa by the sea.

It’s part of the journey.

A startling reminder to myself, who just yesterday
Was sorely tempted by fits of Spring tidiness and the need to dominate the land
(Or at least that corner of the yard), quite nearly razed that tree
Seeing only an eyesore where a waxwing sees food.

Waxwings Share a Meal

We would have missed each other
By only a day
If I’d had my way.

Had God not distracted my gaze to instead
Consider taming a rough bed of His lilies
In some other far corner of the yard.

Feasting Waxwings

Leaving me to forget until today,
when a tree beyond the kitchen window
Branches bent by the weight of waxwings

Resting and roosting,
Preening…feasting and trusting,
Reminded me once again

Waxwings Spread

In all seasons and at all times, 

Our Father always knows best.

Matthew 6-25-25

Resting in Him,Lorretta signature

(thank you to my dear husband and photographer, David Stembridge for these lovely Cedar Waxwing pictures)

healing worship

“The path of the righteous is level;
    you make level the way of the righteous.
In the path of your judgments,

        O Lord, we wait for you;
your name and remembrance
      are the desire of our soul.

  My soul yearns for you in the night;
    my spirit within me earnestly seeks you.

              For when your judgments are in the earth,
                   the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness. “
                                                                                            Isaiah 26:7-9

sister songs

I write…a lot….in my head.

I actually used to put a lot more down on paper and I hope this blog will help with that some. I also used to write so much more in letters and notes…just spilling it all and letting it flow into a puddle of gooey me-ness; all that stuff that runs back and forth between my heart, mind and soul, tangled up with feeling and emotion and all the stuffs of God he’s woven into this fabric called Lorretta.

And I’ve written some poetry. Not all of it’s good and I confess that I’ve torn up a lot of it–those syrupy, horrible things you write when your eyes are half-open to the world around you and your soul is mostly shut…yuck.

But in the last few years I’ve written a few I will share here for….whomever. Maybe just  for me and God and the occasional You.  I dedicate this to my Soul Sisters. One in particular and you know who you are…but this is really for us all who are really and truly striving to be Galatians 2:20, crucified with Christ and yet still have to wear these feet of clay. I love you.

Walking the Fire. (rev. 1/25/2012)

For no rhyme or reason
we rhyme
we reason
we rhythm
we flow
like we’ve known
each other all our lives,
seen each other
someplace before.

Sisters from another mother
same Father
though years
maybe miles apart
flowing and growing
between us
like a little love vine
slipping tendrils
around our hearts and minds.
Sealed by Him.

It’s good
it’s fresh
it’s easy
To hear her voice
To hear His voice
coming from her mouth.
Affirmation and confirmation
from the highest, holiest station
of them all.

to step out while
staying under His cover
walking together
head held high
above the dirt of this world
not eating it’s dust
but bowing as His.

He who cups our chins
in  gentle hands and says
Take up your mats and walk.
Walk it together
daughters of mine.
Walk it out.
Walk it out.