After the Cross
August 14, 2010
after the cross
under the blood
all darkness removed
in light’s holy flood
promise unfolding
blemish erased
beauty from dust
glory and grace
nothing between us
me and my Lord
all sweet communion
sinner restored
walking together
sit at His feet
rest in this mercy
life now complete
often I find myself
standing without
wiping my feet again
suffering doubt
forgetting forgiveness
living like lost
yet offered communion
after the cross
©Erin Kilmer, 2010
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Written in response to LL Barkat’s post “When Did We Get ‘Spiritual Practice’ Stuck?“
horizon
July 5, 2010
and oh, You are mercy,
love, grace.
when sin’s curse would ravage our hearts,
stealing all hope for any tomorrow,
leaving us bereft, defeated, alone–
You step in then,
plead scars of nails,
death’s destroyers.
never without hope, Your people.
never without a forever of tomorrows
waiting just beyond sunrise.
we hide in hope, in Your rest.
and oh, You are mercy,
love, grace.
Dizzy
June 29, 2010
Dizzy
Erin Kilmer
I am here, there,
everywhere
it seems some days
where I want to be
humming with the churn
of the dishwasher
and spinning around
dizzy in the laundry
and they are calling me
with glue bottles stuck shut
and scraped
knees and lost cups
and I am here with them
what I wanted
but dizzy, still, and hurrying
clatter on the table
with the plates and knives
and jug of milk
and when will Daddy be home
did you brush your teeth,
change your socks,
don’t wrestle in the living
room because I am here
wrestling with the pots and pans
underneath
and each day we are here,
and there, library, park,
hiding in the basement, sweeping
the floor and folding blankets
and it is me with
them and them with
me and that is what is meant,
what we are meant for,
never easy but worth it
water the tomatoes, knead
our daily bread and read living
Words and clear the table so
it can be a shipyard again until dinnertime
three meals around this table every day
and we grow, they grow, with
buttered toast and eggs scrambled
whisk falling on the floor, on
the baby
am I coordinated enough for this dance
I will find my footing,
and we will all be together
ringing round rosies and doing
all these good things while my head spins,
dizzy with all I have to do,
dizzy with all they teach me,
dizzy with grace
Superabounding
May 2, 2010
Dust Walking
April 12, 2010
I am dust walking–
dust with a heart of new flesh
where once cold stone beat.
Blood turns dust to flesh.
Dust and rock circulate life;
stone catches its breath.
Time passes and grace,
flowing red on walking dust,
quickens barren dirt.
Less dust– less hard stone–
more grace-blood– more living flesh–
blow the dust away.
What remains is real:
life, blood, flesh, bone– all things new.
dead passes to death.