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Praying Through Depression (poem)

Praying Through Depression (poem)

Praying Through Depression by J. Marshall Jenkins   My Lord God, when the cares of the world distract me from the gift of breath, and my worries insist they are as real as the moment’s pain, when regrets come home to crowd and clamor my memory, and the future...

Heart Like an Oyster (poem)

Heart Like an Oyster (poem)

Heart Like an Oyster J. Marshall Jenkins   Your heart is no mere blue thistle surprise on an altar with lilacs, lilies, and leaves, all of which will die soon after the church service ends. No, your heart is an oyster among oysters resting on coral and sharp...

Searching for Something Eternal (8th Wedding Anniversary Poem)

Searching for Something Eternal (8th Wedding Anniversary Poem)

Searching for Something Eternal                for Wanda, on our J. Marshall Jenkins                               8th wedding anniversary Just a moment while we check out our home surroundings for something eternal. Consider the clear plastic bird feeder full of...

Taking Wind As Love

Taking Wind As Love

Taking Wind As Love J. Marshall Jenkins I remember the wind that caressed my brow when I could not yet walk well. Sitting in the stroller in hot, sticky Montgomery, I watched the air until it moved, which I took as love without hands, without a face, without words,...

The Formerly Blind Man Remembers

The Formerly Blind Man Remembers

The Formerly Blind Man Remembers (poem) by J. Marshall Jenkins “Tell no one,” he insisted after spitting on dust and rubbing the mud in my eyes until I saw, before anything else, his face. Now I understand: Time ripens like a fig, does no good plucked too soon, no...

The Denial

The Denial

The Denial “Woman, I know him not,” Peter replied on behalf of us all. Give him credit: He did not altogether lie. Who then could claim to know Christ? Time and again he worked wonders and forbade the healed to tell, a futile command, true, but to our eyes, it...

Knowing Wind (poem)

Knowing Wind (poem)

Knowing Wind  for Wanda by J. Marshall Jenkins   The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit (John 3:8). You teach me much about trees,...

As a psychotherapist and spiritual director, I bring well-honed insight and skill to these posts; yet, my vulnerability plays a more important part, for more than advice from experts, serious people of faith need resonance with fellow travelers.

In my writing and in your reading and comments, may we face our challenges in God’s compassionate presence rather than in a private dressing room where we try in vain to make ourselves presentable to God at an appointed meeting. God meets us where we are.

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