|by Sarah Teasdale || |
| They came to tell your faults to me, |
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,--
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
|Your faults had made me love you more. |
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
by robert hershon
you politely ask me not to die and i promise not to
right from the beginning—a relationship based on
good sense and thoughtfulness in little things
i would like to be loved for such simple attainments
as breathing regularly and not falling down too often
or because my eyes are brown or my father left-handed
and to be on the safe side i wouldn’t mind if somehow
i became entangled in your perception of admirable objects
so you might say to yourself: i have recently noticed
how superbly situated the empire state building is
how it looms up suddenly behind cemeteries and rivers
so far away you could touch it—therefore i love you
part of me fears that some moron is already plotting
to tear down the empire state building and replace it
with a block of staten island mother/daughter houses
just as part of me fears that if you love me for my cleanliness
i will grow filthy if you admire my elegant clothes
i’ll start wearing shirts with sailboats on them
but i have decided to become a public beach an opera house
a regularly scheduled flight—something that can’t help being
in the right place at the right time—come take your seat
we’ll raise the curtain fill the house start the engines
fly off into the sunrise, the spire of the empire state
the last sight on the horizon as the earth begins to curve
Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
he's the image of the invisible God
first born over the created world
he reigns thrones and kingdoms all on the earth
the heavens and everything invisible
beautiful, infinite God
have your way with me
consume and rapture my heart
make my eyes to see
oh your beauty, your beauty
your beauty i must see
he's enthroned in heaven
surrounded in light
with angels and elders on every side
proclaiming the glory, the consuming fire
the reign of a king who's invincible.
(Hope College Worship Band "Beautiful, Infinite God")
Saturday, May 15, 2010
animals- fully physical; indulgent in lust
angels- pure spirit; no lustful desires
We live |in the tension| betwixt the two.
If you have not yet read "SexGod" by Rob Bell we would encourage you to do so.
|Black| Gray |White|
Guess what. When it comes to relationships there's a whole lotta gray. We Christians tend to pendulum between two extremes--both hazardous in their own ways. First, as Christians we believe that we cannot simply go around indulging our fleshes' every desire. Fairly elementary (silver ring thing anybody?). The other extreme we tend to swing toward is a quasi-gnosticism (body=bad; spiritual is above and beyond the physical). However, implications of the incarnation, baby (literally) --> the physical world, our physical bodies, made of matter, matter. Oh the irony that we sometimes think matter doesn't matter.
Friday, May 14, 2010
~I see or hear
~~~that more or less
~~that leaves me
~~~like a needle
in the haystack
~~It is what I was born for--
~~~to look, to listen,
to lose myself
~inside this soft world--
~~to instruct myself
~~~over and over
~~Nor am I talking
~~~about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
~the very extravagant--
~~but of the ordinary,
~~~the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
~Oh, good scholar,
~~I say to myself,
~~~how can you help
but grow wise
~with such teachings
~~~the untrimmable light
of the world,
~the ocean's shine,
~~the prayers that are made
~~~out of grass?
by Mary Oliver
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
For those who follow me cozily our the door, for the one
so close in line last night I felt his hard-on, the ones
who say hello, looking at your breasts, how are you,
the puffy-lipped polo shirt wearers who discuss my
classes on days my skirts are thigh-high and my legs
must be making a sound only they can hear.
for those who say God is not even one-quarter She.
for the pokes at ribs and claps on the ass given with
a smile, the knuckles against the neck when I'm pulling
at the doorhandle, the heavy beerish pocket of a mouth,
the pinches while asking what my shirt says, sweet thang
for the white vans whose drviers honk honkhonk,
the doorbells I cannot answer because it could or could not
or could or could not be just Jehovah's Witness men,
the poorly lit parking lots reminding me they found
drops of Trisha's urine behind the swimming pool but
never found Trisha, for the hot damns pelted out rolled-down
windows, the Spanish they don't think I understand one aisle over.
the middle-aged men pushing their children in carts and taking full
bodied looks in frozen food section, the trucker on I-65,
the condom on his fingers pointing at me.
for the dialogue of cottage cheese thighs, the raw popping
laughs when virgins walk by or
butch girls or acned girls or flat girls,
the jokes about bumpy nipples packed-tuna pussy the ugliest
fucks you'd ever seen can't buh
lieve they lettem live that ugly.
for them you do a service, quiet-hearted man, your
fingers on my forehead, your face like rain.
landing anywhere, something clean of your eyes
when you say fair one, when you listen to me,
and for them you oil the humbling of age, you redeem
mankind, you hold out the pearl you found in your chest,
the one each man has, and it speaks to the softest,
scaredest parts of me, the part naked and artless
as a woman's open body, for all of them you
make me think I could unravel into the imperfect,
the sweat, the gingered cadence
of humanity with one of you.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Ya-Ya Sisterhood's (+God) List of Male Douche-Baggery
- Wine-ing about whether or not...
- " " math
- Cheez-its > boys*
J's Theological quote of the week: "God is not a douche bag."
So man was created in God's image. The theme this week has sadly been that the majority of "men" (guys, boys, man-babies really) we encounter and/or interact with have been acting like douche-bags (excuse my french). This does not correlate that that is the image of God--cause God is NOT a douche bag, in fact, quite the opposite.
Please note that these are sweeping generalizations. We do have the pleasure of being acquainted with many non-douche bag males. It has just been the sad misfortune that many ladies have been meeting males of the other variety this week. So if you are one of the non--thank you, please continue to make your presence(s) evident. If you are of the other variety--please, grow up.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above."