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  1. Strike

    The phobia of a copperhead strike
    is made real by the lunge of a
    lawnmower into the brush to shred
    the coiling orange and brown with
    a screaming whump only to realize
    that it was an eastern box turtle
    I had set upon.

    Once again what I am afraid of
    has led me to destroy what I love
    and I weep, wondering if I will ever
    become one whose perceived fears
    are not acted on.

    I did not look to see if the
    slowmover was dead
    but I knew. I could see the
    bloody pieces of her
    shell scattered across
    the lawn.

    September 3, 1996

    #1996 #accidentalHarm #backyardEncounter #boxTurtle #compassion #confessionalWriting #copperheadFear #CreationCare #creaturelyGrief #destroyingWhatWeLove #ecologicalGrief #Fear #fearAndViolence #fearBasedAction #griefAndRemorse #HereAreWordPressTagsForThisPieceEasternBoxTurtle #humanFear #lawnmowerTragedy #moralReflection #Nature #NatureWriting #Nonviolence #orangeAndBrown #perceivedDanger #phobia #poem #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #ProsePoem #Repentance #sacredCreatures #shell #SLOWMOVERFollowingGod3mph #Slowmover #Sorrow #SpiritualReflection #thoughts #turtle #turtleShell #unintendedViolence #Violence #vulnerableCreatures #whatIAmAfraidOf #whatILove #wildlife #Writing
  2. When You’ve Lived Long Enough to Lose So Much:

    A Gentle Word for Christians Carrying Grief

    There is a kind of heartbreak that faith does not erase.
    A kind of loneliness no sermon can soften.
    A kind of grief you don’t understand until the years pile up
    and the people you loved more than life slowly disappear from your world.

    If you’re carrying that kind of grief, you are not faithless.
    You are not doing anything wrong.
    You are simply living long enough to know what loss really costs.

    And as hard as it is to say this out loud —
    Scripture never fully described this experience.
    Not because Scripture is wrong,
    but because the men who wrote it didn’t live long enough to know this pain the way you do.

    You’ve lived longer than Jesus and Paul — and that means you’ve carried grief they never faced.

    This isn’t irreverence.
    This is reality — spoken gently and without contempt.

    Jesus died young.
    Paul died younger than many of us will.
    Neither lived long enough to feel the weight of decades of loss:

    • the slow thinning of a family
    • the burying of a spouse
    • the ache of losing the person whose voice shaped your mornings
    • the long, hollow nights in an empty bed
    • the sting of surviving when the one you love is no longer here to survive with you

    Pastors often say Jesus “experienced everything we experience.”
    But if He never lived to old age,
    never married,
    never held a dying spouse’s hand,
    never woke up alone after 40 years of shared life —
    then He didn’t experience the long grief of survival.

    It doesn’t insult Him to admit that.
    It simply names the truth with tenderness.

    Paul likely buried friends, yes.
    He knew persecution, heartbreak, and loss.
    But he did not know this:
    the quiet agony of outliving the love of your life.

    Only the old know that pain.
    Only the widowed.
    Only the ones who keep going with half their heart missing.

    “Death, where is thy sting?” You know exactly where it is.

    The verse speaks of victory — and it’s beautiful.
    But it does not touch the place where you are hurting right now.

    The sting isn’t in death.
    It’s in survival.

    It’s in the empty chair.
    The pillow untouched.
    The quiet house that echoes her absence.
    The anniversary that comes whether you want it to or not.
    The mornings without her voice.
    The nights without her warmth.
    The life you must continue even though your heart begs you not to.

    You live with a wound Jesus never bore
    and Paul never wrote about:

    the wound of survival.

    And you feel it every day.

    Survival is a calling no one prepares you for.

    You didn’t ask for this.
    You didn’t choose it.
    But here you are — still breathing, still walking,
    still loving the one you lost by carrying their memory forward.

    And here is something true:

    If you had not lived this long,
    you would never have understood this depth of grief
    or this depth of love.

    Only those who survive long enough
    learn the terrible, sacred weight of continuing alone.

    You continue for her.
    You continue with her memory.
    But you continue without her.

    And that is the sting.

    Not lack of faith.
    Not God abandoning you.
    Just the human cost of loving someone so deeply
    that losing them tears the world in half.

    You are not weak. You are not faithless. You are grieving — and grieving is holy.

    Jesus wept at Lazarus’ tomb.
    He knew sorrow.
    But He did not know this sorrow — this long, slow, solitary ache of living year after year without the one who made the world make sense.

    Your grief is the price of love.
    Your tears are prayers in their own right.
    Your survival is its own kind of courage.

    And even if Scripture doesn’t fully describe this particular wound,
    God sees it.
    God honors it.
    And God holds you in it.

    There is no shame in your sadness.
    No weakness in your tears.
    No failure in your continuing.

    You loved deeply.
    You lost painfully.
    You grieve honestly.

    And you are still here — carrying love forward one day at a time.

    Dedication:
    In loving memory of my wife, Luz — posted at the exact minute of her passing, one year later. This essay is for everyone who has loved deeply, lost painfully, and continues anyway.

    Featured Image:
    Featured image: Wedding Day of Cliff & Luz Potts — October 10, 2023.

    #bereavement #ChristianEncouragement #ChristianGrief #ChristianLiving #faithAndHardship #faithAndLoss #grief #griefSupport #grievingChristians #grievingSpouse #healingThroughFaith #hopeAfterLoss #loneliness #lossOfLovedOnes #spiritualReflection
  3. Stumbling Block

    It seems I have always been stumbling, tripping over the unintended in a fog of wandering wonder.

    The mist has been ever around me, my cloud by day. I am enveloped by mystery.

    You do indeed love to surprise me, O God;

    two girls find shiny stones in a fountain and their joy chases away the despair at not finding a loved one,

    the hospitality of friends lightens the weight upon a heavy chest from a returning to what was and the traveler can breathe again into what will be,

    a mother’s words and the night breeze dries a daughter’s tears and she can smile at the deep thrum of a bullfrog,

    lovers lie for a moment in the morning and the frustrations of yesterday fade into the quiet beginnings of another day.

    It is time then.

    I rise up into the bone crackling morning, my body protesting, my spirit already stretching out along the places I will see.

    Inside, I find I am ready for more stumbling.

    July 29, 2022

    #boneCracklingMorning #bullfrog #chronicPain #ContemplativePoetry #ContemplativeWriting #Despair #divineSurprise #embodiment #Faith #FaithAndLife #Family #findingJoy #fog #friends #God #GodIsMystery #Grace #Gratitude #Hope #Hospitality #ListeningToTheSoul #Love #marriage #mist #Morning #mothersAndDaughters #movingForward #mystery #personalReflection #pilgrimage #Poems #readiness #renewal #resilience #sacredOrdinary #SpiritualJourney #SpiritualReflection #SubmissionToGod #surprise #tearsAndHealing #Travel #wanderingWonder #Wonder
  4. The Silver Strand

    returning 
    to the car
    i see
    a silver strand
    intent on
    capturing me

    i was gone
    but a moment
    yet the spider
    did spin
    from the mirror
    across the window
    to lure
    me in

    it seems
    this small one
    dreams of
    bigger prey
    so too I
    if to my path
    I stay

    this bit
    of web
    is a
    flimsy thing
    but if
    I cast
    it not
    i snare
    nothing

    July 2, 2016

    #2016Poem #ambition #backyardPoetry #carMirror #creativeLife #Creativity #everydayMiracles #freeVerse #humbleBeginnings #JulyPoem #KeithLyndakerSchlabach #metaphor #Mindfulness #naturePoem #observation #path #Patience #Perseverance #persistence #poem #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #Purpose #reflection #shortPoem #silverStrand #smallWonders #spiderWeb #SpiritualReflection #web #WordPressTagsSpider #Writing #writingLife
  5. Broken Chair

    I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

    But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

    Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

    It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

    Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

    It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

    I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

    I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

    July 10, 2015

    #beautyInBrokenThings #beingRestored #Brokenness #compassion #everydayParables #FaithAndLife #foundObjects #gentleHands #Grace #Healing #Hope #humanDignity #innerHealing #Loneliness #metaphor #ordinaryGrace #personalEssay #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Purpose #Redemption #renewal #repair #rescuedChair #restoration #secondChances #sidewalkStory #SpiritualReflection #urbanReflection #Waiting #WordPressTagsBrokenChair #woundedButWorthy #Writing