Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection, musing and perhaps even discussion!

Hardened stone moulds to dripping water, soaring cliff sighs to northern wind. Hearts with embers dulled awake in the spark of Grace

Hope & Despair are Struggle’s children. The former possesses potential, the latter paralysis. May there be awakening to possibility!

Today began as it has always begun. Did you walk into it the same way as yesterday? Is that how you would like tomorrow to be?

Spiritual/Religious. Choice/Commitment. Are these heard as invitation or burden? The path to relationship with the Holy begins as a Disciple

Death: Life’s reminder that change is constant. In places of grief & in soaring moments of abundance, may you experience the Holy’s embrace

Tweeting & Chirping. Rustling & Swishing. Light ablaze, rains a spray. From sleeping soil, growth slips through grains to meet a new day

Planned process & prepared plans. Semblance of control in human grayness. May the unfettered Spirit be followed toward freedom

Gossip: nattering harm, whispered slights, furtive glances & vindictive smirks. If you could not say it to your gram or auntie, should you?

Cash exchanged, card swiped, chip inserted, register rings & exit with deal in hand. Pause: upon whose shoulders was savings just had?

Power: Who has it? Who wants it? Who needs it? Who shares it? Unasked questions lead to silence & it’s there where people suffer & endure

Future focused diminishes today; past planted abstracts the now; live a better tomorrow today & the promise of awakening begins

Power & Privilege. Humility & Ego. The soul’s difficult dance through a human journey. One dance leads to compassion, the other to greed

In our world of brokenness & hurt, may we endeavour to be as a fox to kit; queen to brood; father to babe; gardener to shoot, to each other

Contextually plural, faithfully grounded. Journeying from upper to lower case ‘t.’ It is in the differences that God’s mosaic is revealed

Violence rings: a fearful tale spun. Keep low & hide & monsters pass. Throw open shutters, unfurl blinds. Greet a Stranger & meet yourself!

Right Relations: Claim our past role; Acknowledge territory in which we live; Live into Treaty as Covenant; See equity as path to equality

Everyday marks the end of that & the beginning of this. We may desire to paint in monotone but arriving to wonder always belies the illusion

4P Formula: Power+Politics+Privilege+Poverty = Challenge it, Speak into it, Unwrap it, Dismantle it

Assumption-filled lives distracted from pervasive wonder. Pause: eyes open, look left, right, up & down. Above the Seine, bald eagle soars

Faith is experienced in the actions you choose, not the words you use. The world is better for the hand offered, not the finger that wags

Nationalism & Allegiances. To whom do you owe yours? Are the colours of a flag or the choices of faith your guide? Into this tension we walk

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