In the first chapter of the book bearing his name, Jeremiah received his call to be a public servant specializing in words, a disruptor of false peace—a prophet of God. “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you,and… Read More »A Vision of Disruptive Beauty
A poem I wrote in 2019 This waiting is a weightAn unbearable boulder My loss of dominion a millstone. A weight I can’t lift. This delay is an affront!I want my paper throne back!It blew away today.I can’t waitTo be back to normal. My… Read More »The Waiting is A Weight
I close my eyes and a view opens from a seat at a dining room table. Through a large bay window, past the wonderfully wide dogwood tree and its birds, I gaze across the valley. I see a commanding ridge… Read More »The Joy of a Feast
I’m done trying to perfect this poem. Here it is. The Liberating Tremor Mark Bair 2020 Dreaming longinglyFor her wedding day,She was disruptedBy a divine disturbance,A tremor tearingTerra firma under her,And pouring privilege prodigally. ‘Why me?’‘Why has a debtor been… Read More »The Liberating Tremor: A Christmas Poem
This is the third installment documenting my attempts to participate in the Advent season, which takes place over the four weeks before Christmas. In Advent, we are invited to long for the beauty of Christ’s coming even as we look… Read More »Musings of an Advent Rookie III