A Sunday Examen

A Sunday Examen

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God’s tears like sweet nectar fall
in swollen rivulets down the back of my life.
The words of the day jumbled in
tumbling silence portray what little
is left to say from one with too much to say.
So I do what should be done
at the brink of evening. I draw the shutters
on a well-muscled mouth housing
too many pointless words and
listen.

Robert Rife

My friends think me complicated. My employer thinks me talented but at times, troublesome. God, and my wife see me as I am - a philosopher-poet with a rather circuitous journey of life and faith, the music and worship minister at Yakima Covenant Church, a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, poet and writer. I am a graduate from Spring Arbor University with an M.A. in Spiritual Formation and Leadership. These poems, and my life, are dedicated to those places where life, liturgy, theology and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation – who we are becoming. Join me on this journey to word-land. Maybe we'll find each other there and share a story or two.

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