You could have chosen anyone
to love the blessed Mother and Jesus,
but you named Joseph
as the one they would need.
No one else could love them
the way he did.
So when I wonder
who you are making me to be
and what it is that you are teaching
I can know
that it is not for nothing,
what You have put into my heart.
to make a beautiful sound
I must bend under your hand, bowed,
your strong hand must push me out
while you brace me against the floor
what good would I be
if I were to stay straight
no, I must let you shape me
however much the strain
Back then, at the beginning of things,
we were all just too wide eyed with amazement
to really grasp what he was trying to teach us.
Now I would tell a younger me
that just because he was with you
did not mean that he would not deliberately
take your boat into seas
where a storm waited out of sight
And where I would have fled before
or looked for a way to calm the waves,
today a wiser me is content
to let him steer this ship
into the squall,
knowing that with him I will not perish.
You will be my shield, my rock, my refuge
–no need to harden my own heart
to hide in,
for there I only shrink in isolation, suffocating
until I press up against the walls holding me in.
It is You who can lead me out
by pathways unknown,
away from the worn and dusty roads I travel
again and again,
where I only find the desolate and deserted places,
the empty castles that I have built
stone upon stone.
But when my strength and hiding place is in you,
when your voice is the shield that surrounds me,
and you stop my hand from placing another stone
by grasping it in yours,
I can see clearly
enough to fight to follow You,
stopping the worst of myself
that keeps me from loving.
Burning like a flame,
you lit up the earth,
pointing the way.
But you were just burning for God,
reflecting the radiance you saw
in a baby boy.
I too search for the spaces in the night
where I burn the brightest,
and I look to find the small and hidden glory.
The same hand guides my heart.
thick clouds and darkness —
but God has placed us here,
you and I, to shine.
So throb with beauty
and exalt with radiance
at the dawn
and the happiness and treasure of your heart.
For look, they come to see your light
and know it too.
As long as you love me so
let it snow
I don’t care
As long as you love me so
I can make it through
so many hard days
it doesn’t matter
if you love me so
a bright warmth in my heart
that keeps me going
oh Colorado snow
you can keep on coming
my love is here
and that is all that I need
to be alright
so let it snow
There’s something so calming
about watching the geese land
into the lake behind my house
–their final flaps to slow their flight
as their feet skim and then slip in to the water,
before their wings settle in
and they float along, quite happy to be at home.
But today the lake was frozen over,
and my friends were a little more hesitant
to come in so precariously,
skidding and sliding, but trying
to look smooth about it just the same.
And they all stood around awkwardly
like the had somewhere else to be
but were too polite to say so.
So I left to find another spot
where my thoughts could settle down to rest
and turn about slowly in my head.