During the desultory days, reaching for a degree, the phallus of a god, the Dionysian bottle shaped to fit the world’s hands; I was lost in the liminal space between myelinated nerves. Colors were brilliant, enticing for a flash, then at once lost their integrity. Naked, I reached for what wasn’t mine and fell for consequence. Has anyone found their way home in monochrome? Read More
Seek a place
In this cutting world
Your filial bond to Read More
‘Who here is in the world but not of it!’
they demanded in shined boots and crisp suits and when they looked at her Read More
He is a living God, so we don’t need your laws of nutrition and insurance: Whatever we consume with a prayerful heart, we get what we need Read More
This is not life-threatening, but my family and I are lost right now, with very little energy to find our way. Please warriors, brothers and sisters, pilgrim church, anyone who has ears to hear, we just ask for a moment of the kind of kindness we learned in heaven to be directed toward a family in need. Thank you.
What’s maddening about waiting is that it takes you further away from that for which you are waiting, and when you get too far, Read More
Missed the conventions
In garden picking spinach
The salad was crisp.
There’s this illusion that it matters more when a certain somebody talks. So people cling onto his/her words and either fear or have faith in their effect. Nothing like a campaign year to perpetuate that magic too, with hundreds of millions of us adhered to a screen, awed by what comes out of the mouths of candidates.
But the myth that their words hold any more power than yours or mine do must not be mistaken for the truth and hence, hold us captive and helpless. Read More
Form. I can now respect it because I am at the point at which the slope of craft unfolds in a rolling wave – a lush Brisanchu knoll of light and deep shades. But before reaching this unexplored scenery, I had to die. And before that I had to know the God within and without were one. And yet, before even that struggle wrought by youthful temerity, desperate groping and inchoate spirituality in the seven-year crepuscular dome, all culminating in one terrifying moment in Hengyang; I had to love and trust a God I couldn’t even feel, but for the myriad wonders of the world, believed in. Read More
Whether my desire for your blessing derived from goodness or from sin,
It was never to be compromised.
In my passion for the human heart did I sacrifice my own?
In the spaces of all the years of lonely writing I might solve the unrelenting mystery:
Are we as a country becoming more divided or more unified? When historical decisions are made and elections fall to one party or the other, there is an “in your face” celebration focused at those who lost. When was the last time there was an election for president that was separated by more than a few percentage points in the popular vote? When was the last time there was a unanimous Supreme Court decision on any major decision? It’s usually 5-4, or 6-3 at best. That tells me there are a lot of people who will be hurt, lost, disappointed, and even confused as to what the future holds for them and their beliefs. Where is the leader who has seen his/her cause win, and then truly demonstrated a humility that there are a lot of people who are not celebrating?
John Pickard, Lakewood
This letter was published in the July 5, 2015 edition of The Denver Post
When I subscribed to that newspaper, it was so easy to get caught up in the issues of the day and to think my opinion actually had pull over another’s. It was so easy to get angry. When Mr. Pickard wrote this humbling letter, it immediately stood out as prophetic, and I was reminded of that which I ought to focus my energy instead: Christ’s teachings. Not left, not right, not forever down in a dark, deep cave. (See About section.) But above.
I cut out this letter and magnetically stuck it to the fridge, the beginning of my own magnetism upward to heavenly things, rising above the perpetual tug-of-war, the pull of gravity, the torrential seas. Transcending these laws lets us walk on water. Putting the needs of others before our own desires–prayer–is the way to get there.
© 2016, Amaya Engleking