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!

Wind whispers wildly … justice poised to roll … gentle hands tender care in darkness … the Light within you, a spark Divine … begin

From Family of Origin, threads span. To Family of Choice threads gather. Along the loom inner work begins to reveal the weave you might be

Tender fingers gently grasp larger hand freely offered. In the grip is potential grounded in nurtured care. Model Hope for those who follow

Speaking truth is awkward, tension-filled & dangerous. Naming what IS affirms pervasive Holiness, silence diminishes the Holy Spark in all

On table sits the gift, unopened, pensively watched. What lies beneath ribbons & paper a mystery until revealed. Tentatively, tape is pealed

Certainty: a gift to embolden in places of challenge. Confidence: misleading in places of change. With humility first listen, then act

Rustling questions inspire boldness. Our task is not to acquiesce the gift of inquiry, but to clarify awareness through examination

Structures & bodies, processes & protocols. Calling & passion, hope & dreams. How does the former enable, not diminish, the latter?

God is Good/All the time! The Holy is not a sentence to be parsed, but a reality into which to live. All the time/God is Good!

Words hold power. They are the lens through which reality is created. How you want to be in the word begins with the way you tell your story

What was a moment today when light shone? Where, in the pause of the hustle & bustle, was a still point that pointed toward Hope?

Faith only from the Balcony entices judgement & only from the Dance Floor but one step is learned. Balanced, Faith glides with the Other

Ivory mottled blue shell holds potential life in fragile, yet tenacious hanging nest. Downed feather nurtures that which lies within

How do we balance the idea of success as dressed in the garb of capital, while acknowledging that limited resources lead to exploitation?

Sacred Scripture flows through weave & warp: an abstract & concrete poetic dance. Ambiguity reflected in clarity: a path upon which we tread

For what are you responsible? Of what do you need to let go? The line between leading as a companion or as a director is finely walked …

Lady bug in hand, wonder abounds as red lacquered wings flutter with promise of flight. Breathe held, gravity defied, a moment of grace

Gratitude is neither acquired nor leveraged. It is a way of walking through life when even the path is lost, wonder & humility abound!

Are we ever alone? Language coordinates words to create reality. In moments of isolation, words connect with relations that wait with care

Tension: What you ‘do’ & what people see you ‘do.’ Reflection: When there seems to be a disconnect, ask “What was my intention?”

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