Fr. Teri’s Poems

As the Light of Christ Poet Laureate, Fr. Teri has written hundreds and hundreds of poems over the years that have touched our lives in so many ways. We are delighted to share a few of those poems with you here.

“Pentecost”

Come Holy Spirt, come
burn a holiness in my pocket
a fire in my belly
as Breath within my breath
give me language I have yet to imagine
speaking truth of prophets and
blessings of priests
kindling today
what is needed tomorrow
©️ Teri Harroun, 2021

“Light of Christ, 2021”

The light has always been in us.
Our God, the Light, shines.
We fan the flames.
We live into our name.
We are Light of Christ.

Today, we live in the Light.
Today we share kindness.
Today we commit to the work of prayer.
Today we use our voices to demand accountability.
Today we use our hands to soothe.
Today we use our feet to stand up for justice.
Today we continue to cry salty tears.
Today we share our blessings.
Today we ask the hard questions.
Today we slather the world with peace.
Today we reveal together the best of humanity.
Today we love out loud.
Today we rise.
Today we are Light of Christ in the streets.
Amen.
Today.

“once again”

we mourn
we weep
we fathom the unfathomable,
once again

we cry
we hold
we make calls and check on one another,
once again

we pray
we lament
we ache in our bones,
once again

we watch
we listen
we try not to look away,
once again

we know someone who knows someone
we hum it’s a small world
we remember this is our backyard,
once again

we look to the helpers
especially those who waited in vigil
a final salute,
once again

we grieve
we ponder
that some waited in a parking lot for a phone call that’s never going to happen,
once again

we curl up under our covers
we cannot sleep
we are numb but awake,
once again

we write letters and poems
we recommit to kindness
we plan our next march,
once again

we pray for victims and families
we learn the names
we say the names,
once again

we vote
we seek justice
we pray for the shooter’s mother,
once again

we go grocery shopping
we take our kids to school
we look forward to going to the movie theater,
once again

we Boulder
we Columbine
we Aurora,
once again

we family
we friend
we neighbor,
once again,
once again,
again

(C) Teri Harroun, March 22, 2021
Oh. Boulder.

(a psalm for the beginning of a journey)

Sacred Mother,
You create, and inspire creativity.
You draw us into a circle, as you draw water at the well.
You provide food for the hungry, for body, mind, and spirit.
Let me curl up in your lap for a while.
Play with my hair, and sing me your lullabies.
I don’t wish to sleep, but to be soothed by you.
Just for a while.

I cherish these Lenten journeys, but this one seems so long already.
Create in me, Sacred Mother, a poem of hope.
Share it with me line by line, verse by verse, word by word, letter by letter.
Let me savor each dot and tittle.
May my Lenten journey unfold like such a poem,
Complete in its emerging.
I will linger at the well with you.
I will be the last to leave your table.
I’ll wash the dishes with you, if you like.

But first,

Let me curl up in your lap for a while.

(C) Teri Harroun, March 5, 2021

“our God is a Poet”

Fr. Teri (top left) with ECC Leadership council for closing ceremony of Holy Synod

in the beginning
was God:
the God of all beginnings

in the beginning
was a single stone
with jagged edges
to break stained glass ceilings
a rock of faith
a faith that rocks
building one brick at a time
a communion of communities

in the beginning
was a single word
whispered
and heard
by two or three who gathered together
to experience God swaddled in flesh and bones
and starting a conversation
of ecumenical proportions

in the beginning
was a single table
with an empty chair
for everyone
and there was bread and there was wine
the scent of all are welcome in what is blessed and broken
revealing a God who presides
at all tables
and our lives blessed and broken

in the beginning
was a breath
an inhale
with our ancestors
and our families
and all those yet to be,
a holy communion
of saints
praying and playing

in the beginning
was grace begetting
sacramental justice the heartbeat
of love working in the streets
building up the kin-dom
revealing God’s new beginnings

oh God of all beginnings,
as we lean forward together from our beginning
blessed be this day beginning
blessed be this Holy Synod
blessed be the Ecumenical Catholic Communion
blessed be the ones we represent
blessed be the work we join hands to share
blessed be the roots stretching deeper
blessed be the wings emerging
blessed be the story written here
blessed be the song we sing together
blessed be the prayer God’s planted within us
blessed be
blessed be
blessed be
blessed be the God who is our beginning
is now
and ever shall be
beginning
blessed be

(c) Teri Harroun
For the Holy Synod of the Ecumenical Catholic Communion
October 2020

“Joy”

on Thursday August 6
outside the church office
by the tree
someone left a sign that said
“joy”

three simple letters
in brushed gold
on egg shell white
an elegant statement
and random act
of kindness

my heart smiled
my spirit swelled
and my joy was stirred
not shaken
deep in the bosom of my soul

now
this week
someone has walked off
with the creamer colored sign
at the base of the tree,
oh,
did you think you could steal our joy?

or did you claim
what moved in your own depths?

enjoy your joy,
as I enjoy mine
stirred, not shaken

(C) Teri Harroun
August 29, 2020

“Holy, Sacred Ground”

this is holy ground
our church labyrinth
trashed
rocks lifted and thrown
into a pile

the paths are gone
it cannot be walked

but this is holy ground
to be tended
mended
not ended

this is holy ground
a living reminder
that there is so much that we don’t control
but we can control our response

this is holy ground
open and receiving
help
grace
healing

this is holy ground
so pick up a rock
and bring it up to its new home
on this life path

this is holy ground
in the middle of transformation
oh, it’s rocky here
so disorganized
but this is what the messiness of birthing looks like
straining from the middle

this is holy ground
and the breath of God is her center
and the hands of God are your own
and the feet of God will walk this path
with you
and me
again

this is holy ground

(C) Teri Harroun
September 13, 2020

“Drive In Church”

we open with song
our song
car horns beeping
a glory to God
and God’s creation
a peaceful pleasantness
disguised as cacophony

we are God’s imagination
swaddled in flesh and bones
the hands and feet of Christ in the world
with the dashboard as our table
and a pickup truck our holy ground
turning to God with our prayer
as God turns to us to be
justice work pulsing in the world

praise God with the angels and shepherds
with the sun flirting in the sky with the clouds
with squirrels chattering under the pickup truck
and bees swirling around the bread and wine
with orange painted leaves beginning to peek out from the trees
and the gentlest of breezes blesses our cheeks
our windows are rolled down
and our God is at the center of it all
for all
are welcome here
connection
community
Communion

we share the song on our way home
with one another
and others
honking and waving
peace
peace
peace
for drive-in church means
we drive home too
scattering peace in our wake

let there be peace
and let it begin with
us


©️ Teri Harroun
September 27, 2020

“I Dream”
I wanna be someone’s poet laureate.
It doesn’t have to be a state. Or city.
On NPR I heard about a guy who is poet laureate for a baseball team.
Where could I be poet laureate?
How about my Conoco?
The soccer fields near my house?
The laundry room?
The front porch?
I’ll need business cards.
A new notebook.
Pens.
And a blog.
Punctuation
Or not.
And poems.
I’m gonna need some poems.
Anyone needs a poet laureate?
We are a dime a dozen.

(C) Teri Harroun, 2015

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