One muggy and unusual night, I woke at 3 AM, hazily recalled predictions of spectacular meteor showers, and dragged a sleepy Larry with me out to our driveway to watch for meteorites. After craning our necks for a few minutes that seemed like hours, we finally saw one or two tiny, magnificent flashes. It was a catch-it-in-the-corner-of-your-eye type thing. There and gone. Blink and you miss it. We stumbled back inside and I couldn't sleep for the Glory of God's night sky. Words pelted my brain and I had to write them down. (See the very first post: Meteors at Night.)

Like the meteor shower, my inspiration often comes unbidden at night in quick bursts that demand my attention. I get excited about it. I don't want to miss it, not any of it. Not one quick flash, not one Illumined moment, not one whisper from God.

I'm trying hard to catch it and collect it and put it all in one sky. You're welcome to do a little gazing here anytime.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Actual Affection



Did you think of me today
while I washed your dirty underwear?

It’s something I’ve done almost
daily through the years, that
thankless little act of
laundry Love –

the picking up,
the sorting,
the machine management,
the attentive waiting,
the practiced inspection,
the faithful folding.

It’s meant to send you out into the
world beyond Us
clean and neat and well-cared for,
wearing a plain piece of my
Actual Affection.
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