Rain Reflections

image by Rebekah Choat

image by Rebekah Choat

Dirty old alley
Pools of water left standing
by a morning rain

Placid reflections
of azure rain-washed skies
above traffic’s noise

Room to fly freely
without thought in the heavens
with clean air to breathe

Open skies mirrored
in pools left in the alley
by a morning rain.

~ Rebekah Choat

A Moment’s Clarity

At times I hear your voice – unmistakable –
singing in a language I have never learned:
Russian, perhaps, deep and dense,
or starlit Elvish,
or liquid laughing birdsong,
and for one stabbing instant
I know all you are saying.

~ Rebekah Choat

This Time

It’s not what you’re thinking,
this lounging late into the morning
in the recliner with the child
who is over last night’s illness,
just so tired now;
the child whose legs
are near as long as mine;
the child who stirs from drowsing
to murmur, “Mama? I love you.”

Don’t call it wasted.
Say suspended, rather, or
perhaps even hallowed.

~ Rebekah Choat

Unawares

Here at nearing fifty
I don’t shock easy anymore.
I’ve seen and heard more than
you’d guess just looking at me.

I keep my composure through crisis;
hold it together when hell breaks loose.

The only thing that still unsettles me
is that sharp, sweet wave of desire
that washes over me, sometimes,
catching me at unawares.

~ Rebekah Choat

Tuesday’s Word: mundane

Many of you will be aware of the story of Kara Tippetts, a remarkable woman who shared her journey through breast cancer in the light of faith. Christianity Today  recently featured an article remembering Kara and her ‘mundane faithfulness’ (the title of her blog). In response, a friend of mine wondered, “Is faithfulness ever mundane?”

mundane:  lacking interest or excitement; dull

I get what she was saying. The workaday meaning, the definition that comes up at the top of the list when you Google the word, indicates that mundane is synonymous with boring, tedious, and wearisome. We view the mundane tasks of our days with distaste, either rushing through them first thing in the morning to get them out of the way or putting them off as long as possible so as not to waste the best part of the day on them. To label faithfulness as mundane will suggest to some people that it is lackluster, uneventful, not worthy of the time and effort required to practice it.

But wait. There’s more.

Some other listed synonyms of mundane are unvarying, repetitive, routine. It still doesn’t sound particularly exhilarating, but do you see what I see? These words are uncannily descriptive of faithfulness!

There’s another definition, too – one that is much more closely tied to the Latin origin of the word.

mundane:  of, relating to, or characteristic of the world
(as contrasted with heaven)

In this light, what could faithfulness be except mundane? Here, in the world we live in, the world of which we’re made – this is where we must practice the repetitive acts of prayer and care and intention and devotion which constitute the daily living out of our faith.

In which I join Emily Dickinson in prayer…

At least to pray is left, is left,
(and wilt thou set things right,)
Oh Jesus in the air?
I’m knocking everywhere.
I know not which thy chamber is,
(else I would call when just in sight.)

(Or would I thus thy wrath incite,
who) settest Earthquake in the South,
and Maelstrom in the Sea.
(Lord, is that truly thee?)

(Thou art my one hope of respite:
I cast myself upon thy might.)
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
hast thou no arm for me?

~ Emily Dickinson (and Rebekah Choat)