Whatsmynameagain?

Here on Mercy Street We let people steal our cars Addicts play with our children We tear down societal bars Here on Mercy Street We eat food from unclean hands Cockroach offerings in the kitchen Rust encrusted pots and pans Here on Mercy Street Our house is unlovingly tagged We paint it over with a heart See? It’s not so bad Here on Mercy Street We befriend the homeless children They have fun smashing bottles   In the community garden Here on Mercy Street Old men share our Thanksgiving Dinner One gifts his mother’s old drinking glasses He’s dead now, but they serve as a reminder Here on Mercy Street Jesus steals money from our business He came in the form of a deadbeat My first of many lessons in forgiveness Here on Mercy Street The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away Come join us on Mercy Street It is the only way

I think my favorite sun is winter sun It is unsuspecting to the receiver Especially in February (although not this particular, very sunny February) The coldest and grayest and longest (although really the shortest) month of the year My birthday month of 30 years! I welcome a new “age” A new era I do not long for younger days as some might I know where I went, what I did, who I was I have not forgotten where I’m from-and I am grateful I notice wrinkles on my brow and think of all world’s (my world’s) problems I’ve solved this year I notice my skin is a little dull and I am reminded of how much time I’ve spent admiring in equal amounts the sun and the rain (and the occasional snow) My middle is a little softer-it could be the doing of my new baby, and it is easy to blame babies for such things, but really, it is all the feasting I’ve done with warm and engaging company around tables and living rooms and our favorite restaurants I have loved it a...