Monday, March 22, 2021

Katie Snipes Lancaster

Word:
I treasure your word in my heart, so that I may not sin against you. Psalm 119:11

Wisdom:
These shriveled seeds we plant,
corn kernel, dried bean,
poke into loosened soil,
cover over with measured fingertips

These T-shirts we fold into
perfect white squares

These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips
This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl

This bed whose covers I straighten
smoothing edges till blue quilt fits brown blanket
and nothing hangs out

This envelope I address
so the name balances like a cloud
in the center of sky

This page I type and retype
This table I dust till the scarred wood shines
This bundle of clothes I wash and hang and wash again
like flags we share, a country so close
no one needs to name it

The days are nouns: touch them
The hands are churches that worship the world
—Naomi Shihab Nye, “Daily”

Blessing:
You—Sacred Treasure—treasure us.
You—Word of Love—invoke us.
You—Desire of the Nations—unite us.
You—Source of All—spring us into being.
Let us see us as you see us.
Let us live as you speak life into us.
Let us drink from the well you offer us.
Amen.