Friday, June 29, 2018

Together is a better way to travel

I am open to become,
the petals of my soul are responsive.

I will walk one step at a time
when the road calls for gentle progress.

Yes, I will put one foot in front
of the other, when the road is dim.

I am prepared to be wrong
and discover something I didn't know
about you or me.

Together is a better way to travel.

I am becoming, a field of many
flowers, instead of one particular bloom.

The fragrance is best when untampered
by human hands

and left to seed, carrying the memory
of the first flowers that showed up
on the rolling hills of Eden.

The ancient varieties don't always look
as well put together,
but their imperfection
is what makes them so lovely.

We will enjoy our own uniqueness
and will come upon a deeper sense
of you and me.

When we learn to move, at a quiet pace
until it is time to leap courageous.

Time ages our long ago plans
and we come upon a slow discovery
of everything new that is growing between us,

Jenneth Graser

Photography Nathan Jefferis Unsplash

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

A Blessing for Writers

I bless you with the major rivers of the earth
to run through your veins,
the Ganges, Yangtze, Mississippi.

I bless you with the flow of great waters
upon your inspiration.

I bless all of your latent ideas to materialise
from out of your DNA.

I bless the story abiding deep within
the cracks of the moment,
to be discovered, your hand on paper.

I bless you with a deluge rushing
in to fill your Okavango
and for wandering pilgrims to fall into
the oasis of your words.

I bless your voice to be heard from
the utmost heights of Mt Everest, Annapurna, Kilimanjaro.

I bless you with a blank page, a pen in your grip,
taken by the current of your dreams,
realising your own personal power,

disappointment swept away by the
mighty resilience of you, coming to life
in this place, being born upon a time and season

that has been waiting so long
to receive this epiphany:

your words arterial
channelling from out of your soul
straight into a sea of hearts,


Jenneth Graser


Friday, June 22, 2018

Mercy Seat

Heaven opens above our heads
on the shouts of all who throw stones.

If we could suspend the moment
and partner with the cries of Stephen,

we too would be able to see
the Lamb of God on the mercy seat.

And the scales would fall away
from all of our eyes,

the stones would drop and knees,
the knees would bow.

Jenneth Graser

Photography Mike's Photos Pexels

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

A Blessing for One Who Has Nothing Left to Give

There is a blessing poured upon the head
of one who has nothing left to give.

The blessing from above the heights
oozes over the hair,

cascade-drips over the face,
the forehead glistens with it.

What is given to the one who has nothing,
who stands with empty heart, empty hands, empty voice

is a blessing of more than what can be given
to one who stands with hands
grandly occupied.

And when the one who is bereft of kindness
stands under the heights of kindness lavished,

the blessing drenches, slowly gives of itself

The anointed one drips
with the blessing given to the one who has nothing
left to give,

who has come to stand in the gift and
has learned to receive the gift

that turns all of those nothings
into something
that can begin

Jenneth Graser

Photograph David Hofmann Unsplash

Thursday, June 14, 2018

A Psalm of Broken Praise

Lord you have made yourself
to be my rearguard.

Your angels assign themselves
as ministers to all
who call on your name.

And I say, thank you
and the gratitude spills plenteous.

I have broken open my heart
as a vial of perfume.

I have poured the inner oil
over your feet beautiful.

I am coming through what fractures
into a greater praise.

I am entering by the gate narrow
to find a garden expanding on my sight.

I will put on shoes of the news that is good
and walk it holy into the ground

where healing herbs are bruised, the fragrance seeps,
and we are loved as we are.

Jenneth Graser

Photography Wang Xi Unsplash