Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I write because I cannot speak

Sometimes my words just complicate things.
They unravel, they twist and knot in ways I didn't intend
or fall flat, misunderstood,
and there is nothing I can do about the mess.
I wish that conversations could carry links on words like our blogs do . . .
just pause, and click to get the backstory,
what I am trying to say . . .

I am noticing lately the power of grace;
and especially the way that it comes to us riding on things,
into places where words can't reach.

Baby's laugh
A sweaty walk
Little heads on my shoulders while we read books
A candle set in just the right spot
My mom's Iced Tea
Blooming flowerbeds
Yard Sale finds
Football making broken hearts dance

There is so much grace everywhere.

And so,
not knowing what to say . . .
afraid of saying it wrong . . . again . . .
I find myself praying, as I work, for the grace
to give grace . . .
that my work be grace, if my words cannot

Make this clean house be grace for our guests. . .
Let the sheets . . . our best mattress . . . a good night's sleep . . . be grace
God make the asparagus grace
the grill
the swingset
the books on the nightstand
I shop for groceries and ask for my cart to be filled with grace
Lord let our home be grace
Let the day be grace . . .
safety, rest
life-giving, soul-healing,


Kelly Langner Sauer said...

"especially the way that it comes to us riding on things..."

Things like this poem. Thank you today.

Heather of the EO said...

and your words are grace to me.

Ryan Miller said...

Thank you for sharing this Jessica, I enjoyed reading it.

Kait Palmer said...

Beautifully written, and encourages me as I really don't want to clean the house after work today for company tomorrow! Thank you.