“Lord, let our spirits be broken instead of windows.Instead of burning buildings, let our hearts be consumed by the fire of your love!” ~ Paul Russell
Minnesota Riots
For the old man
Furrows chiselled by winds and the ages a lifetime of love and travail. Bright eyes tell many tales Deep and young as today Ruddy, sunken cheeks in contrast fail. Waning, winding slowly down sparkles of the fire of youth still shine memories, tales of yore, of love and the songs of childhood. Don't let go; … Continue reading For the old man
Losing my hair
The blossoms cascade at the slightest breeze. Let them fall. Seeds that fly and swirl and dance, a dandelion sheds its fruits. Let them fall. And autumn's leaves in auburn tones. They fall. All bring new life for the falling.
The Leper within
You want it all, you call my name. I fear I'll never be the same. You confront me in her pain; It is there that I see your face. You call me to a deep embrace, with the leper deep within.
The Harvest
Some to reap where others sowed both by grace inspired. For those who see the kingdom come many are they that conspired. Never to know the heroes call. No adulation, no podium. But workers for the kingdom all and the crown of glory waits. For those who sew the seed by grace through your eyes … Continue reading The Harvest
Waiting…
Waiting. McMuffin breakfast and coffee. Music playing: doesn't make the coffee taste any better. U2. Consoling, familiar: "In the Name of Love." Imago Dei - the crucified. Love's true name. Tears. Fighting back the sobbing. Why? For my pain? For hers, for my friends? It's all in a weave. Drawn to Him as he hangs. … Continue reading Waiting…
more on COVID 19
Damaclesian steel. Violent in movement, back and fro. Set to create chaos as it swings To watch, helpless, havoc wreaked. The delicate balance, so fragile it seems, disturbed, upended, uncertainty reigns. Only memory recalls that all will be well that equilibrium will return again. The form is all gone, the foundations shaken Routine … Continue reading more on COVID 19
On Divine Love
To see what cannot be seen, what is hidden in plain sight. What was there all along. To see essence and beauty and causation because of a new light. And the scales fell and were gone. You called His name, He drew near to you, you reached out in trust and faith And He held … Continue reading On Divine Love
Before the dawn
First light counts in the morning songthat flies on the light moist air.Of birds and bees in compound timethat knows no bounds.They don't recall the night just gone or woes of day beforeThey sing a timeless song of praise for us to sing along.
A word on grief
If only words could take away, the pain, the loss you feel today,Then I would speak and never cease, until you found your inner peace.But we know that's not how this goes, and each in her own way as God only knows,Just rest in Him who knows each hair and over time he'll take you … Continue reading A word on grief
Paul Russell: Musings 