Poems for Sunday, October 5, 2025 (Feat. Katie Hoover)
Lamentations 1:1-6, 3:19-26, 2 Timothy 1:1-14, & Luke 17:5-10
A Homeless Calling After Lamentations 1:1-6, 3:19-26 At the moment you want to leave your life, you should stay Stay quiet, stay still, be you healthy or ill Pain and portion will foot the bill, be still Do not act as usual men are given to do, to run after people and promise their fill The Levites were given no land of their own, the song and sacrifice were their home The Kingdom of God is securely situated in the unobservable, not here, not there Only let your life blood be. Let it go round and round your body as you breathe Let your heart pump at will, do not try and stop it still Our calling is a homeless one, there is nothing without to call our own But within, life, like quiet hills, rolls towards the skies expressing all that is ours, that the Lord builds inside. --- In Your Fire After 2 Timothy 1:1-14 The holy fire of God needs tending It requires my persistent attention, but why? Does it not burn of its own accord, eternal and unfaltering? Why have you given your flame over to so much weakness? Even my own promise, which I have given to you, is the one you first gave me. I stand guard over your promise, you stand guard over mine. A branding iron applying to ourselves a Spirit that is not our own. You, taking my cowardly Spirit onto your hip and I, taking your courageous Spirit onto mine. Through love and discipline, through the power of suffering I am lined up to receive what you have said, your flame lights upon me. I can see now my fire, in your fire, my tending, to your tending. --- Get Moving After Luke 17: 5-10 You assume that what you have is not enough But you have not yet understood what you have because you still have not applied it You are choking on a gluttonous faith Making yourselves fat with belief Get moving instead, see if, in the planting of your belief into the soil of your actual life, it multiplies itself Your weak brother, whom you refuse to carry, is lighter than you, and yet you call his weight a burden His small portion is more able to accomplish the works of God than your excess faith It’s not new, this storing away manna so you don’t have to keep coming through the line for daily bread like the rest What you have is spoiled You are moving a mountain with spades and shovels, asking everyone else to look away and believe that your efforts are miraculous Stocking up on seeds you never intend to plant, that will never be enough
About this week’s contributor to Sunday Poems: Katie Hoover is a Licensed Professional Counselor/Spiritual Director with 20 years of experience in counseling, and ministry to young people. She lives happily nestled in Colorado, as close to the mountains as possible, with her 3 children and her guardian cat, Loki.
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