tensixteenpoems

Turtle Bread Company 48th&Chicago


"Suzanne"
And just like that
 a lonely (omelet) lunch turned upwards
feeding on the Fellowship with and unsuspecting stranger
seated at the same table
we worshiped with our words
speaking of the Sun, (93,000,000 miles)
the Light of the World (closer than these very words)
and of
His love
it changed the afternoon.



"The lady who rushed across the bakery"
Pink.
 Her cheeks flushed, eyes focused
the light hue of her scarf
scooting quickly across the gap of building,
tables and chairs a corn-maze to the door.

Glancing up, I smiled at the fact
that her trio of bundled baguettes
slowly crafted, twisted, and coaxed
into becoming our daily bread,
somehow added a quiet comfort that no hasty travel could take her from.

Liturgy/October

3:44pm  f/2.8 1/80sec ISO 200

Be still.
Listen to the stones of the wall.
Be silent, they quietly
speak the Name.

Hush, heart. 

Trust, my soul. 

"It is I,

"It is I who built this house."

Bread

Bread

A band.

A brand.

A staple.

A statement: 

October 14th

4:10 pm

I'm up to my elbows deep into school this fall. Studying to show myself approved. 
Studying to show myself how much I do not know.
I'm taking time to read real books about ideas and people and geographies and
not just blogs with photos of sorta-kinda's. I don't want to be a 'sorta kinda'.


 I' taking time to write real things and not just updates and 
silly sentences. 
I'm working on working my words well. 
Which is precisely why I've written less.


October is a month to be out and about, riding bikes through piles of leaves on Minneapolis streets, baking bread, and sipping hot coffee while the sun rises so late in the Eastern sky. Or inside studying the covenant structure of II Kings at 4:10 pm. Either or. 


Pax, 
Laura

Bethel

"This is none other than the House of God and the Gate of Heaven."  He said, as he set up a stone and called it Bethel.

I've had a summer of Jacob. A summer of wandering and working and thirsting and finding God in places where I wasn't aware of Him. A whole summer of dreaming and waking up and realizing it was more than a dream. 

A whole summer of setting up stones, building up foundations on top of mountains, and naming places. 

I've had a whole summer of real life (and sometimes surreal life) experiences that have lead me to many wideawake nights, remembering the Promise that is now mine through a Descendant of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

 Summer stories coming in soon, like the Autumn Wind.