He invited plans.
Hers were wild.
He watched her move a pot.
She watched him.

He came into her private garden
and stood surrounded by candlelight,
and when she came down from her bath,
she had no idea what he was doing there.

His father, he said, told him we were meant
for Eden, and ever since the Fall,
we have been trying to re-make
the perfect garden.

“Is this your Eden?” he asked her.
My search for it, she said.
He touched the flowers with such gentleness.
Later, she knelt in the same place where he had stood.

She might be digging
when the wind would blow,
and the ghost of her lost child
would run by, laughing.

She sat with him another day and said,
You will tell me if I am mad,
and he said, “You are not mad.”
You do not know me completely yet, she replied.

There came a night when
they stood in one another’s presence,
dressed in white, like a wedding,
and then undressing, completely vulnerable.

Both of them had seen betrayal,
and so much pain and loss,
and yet they opened their hearts –
they opened their bodies to the future.

The king will come into his garden,
the water will flow over the rocks,
the seashells will glisten and shine,
and the music will play, it will play –

a song of hope and desire,
a song for being reborn,
for there is a time for everything,
a season for every matter under heaven.

Jane Beal

A Little Chaos

(soundtrack by Peter Gregson)

“Isn’t it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours
grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves
from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived:
the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string
to be more than itself.”

Rainer Maria Rilke
(trans. Richard Snow)
Duino Elegies


starsPlan B Poem by Thomas Kellar

Ever get the feeling that, somehow, your Plan A is out the window, and you’ve slipped into something less that perfect, less than what you hoped or imagine God intended, something that we might call, from a cultural and colloquial perspective, Plan B?

Plan B definition highlighted in green and Plan A marked in the dictionary

It’s a haunting feeling. It can become oppressive in its strength. After all, Plan B is that alternative strategy we try to apply when Plan A has failed or proved impossible to realize.

But recently it occurred to me that it’s all Plan B.

What God originally intended was Eden: perfect love — between God and man, between man and woman — in a bright and fruitful garden where we could live forever and never die. We were going to do meaningful work, experience joy, and create in imitation of the Creator, building up our beautiful world and bringing forth new life.


But sin, death, and the Fall marred God’s Plan A. All of human history has been affected ever since. So we’ve been living in God’s Plan B: redemption.  

by Photos8.com

I know Jesus is the Redeemer, and I am so thankful for the way that he has redeemed my life, not only from childhood trauma and loss, but at every stage of my growing into a person. It’s helpful to me to remember that no matter what aspect of my Plan A has gone wrong this week, God has a plan to redeem.

I know that my redeemer lives,
    and that in the end he will stand on the earth.
And after my body has been destroyed,
    yet in my flesh I will see God.

Job 19:25-26

To Believe

“To believe is to consent to a creative command that raises us from the dead”

~ Thomas Merton


“To sing is to pray twice”

~ Augustine

(Latin: Sing to the Lord a new song!)


“The race is not to the swift

nor the battle to the strong …

but the battle is the Lord’s

and he will give all of you

into our hands.”

Ecclesiastes 9:11, 1 Samuel 17:47



Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto #2 in C Minor (Opus 18)


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