and snowmelt gliss
But I’ll gently miss the deep
When winter’s silent weep 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
Rarely do I post another’s words here, but this poem by a favorite contemporary poet touches on the profound anticipation of this quiet season. Just what my heart was beating, and I like to imagine God’s in syncopation with it too. Thank you, Peter.
Take away from me
the white blossom of spring
the mottled red apple of summer
the the amber leaf of autumn
and what have I left
but the black`on`black
of dark`days dark`nights
Add to the darkness
one single bright star of light
one pin`prick in the black canopy
for the light of a distant sun
and what have I found
but the candle in a window
of One excellent at waiting
“For the darkness of waiting
of not knowing what is to come
of staying ready and quiet and attentive,
we praise you, O God:
For the darkness and the light
are both alike to you.
For the darkness of hoping
in a world which longs for you,
for the wrestling and laboring of all creation
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I want to awake at dawn
And with the finality of the seventh day, say:
(Or better yet) have no memory of that
I want the culprits of sex-traffic to awake
Beating their own breasts
Compassion like filial love pours forth like
Virgin blood. Read More
Where are the most beautiful words in the world? She wondered sitting in a rickety-old adage. Splintered wood and rusty nails threatened to sliver her dainty cream hands but answered, Read More
To sacrifice smarts for wisdom
Simplicity the gift, the dream of the ages
All these lines evolve into something greater than themselves
Greatness intrinsic to the word-seeds
If you could love a perfect prophet then you know love Read More
Deliverance. I was at a loss about what to write since it feels that these days the womb baby takes up all the space and pushes out anything he/she deems superfluous. But fortunately God squeezed in one word for us to digest like our trusty folic acid. Apt for us both, as my post from Pentecost Sunday, A Conversion, describes the pivotal hour of life in this body in which I was delivered from evil; and the baby will be, any day now, delivered into this world. Read More
It wasn’t the cult that made me do these things. I am as unaffiliated as the man stranded on the island who built a swing. We all thought he was out of his wits –or maybe that’s all that was left—but here we are all on the same universal pendulum and no one ever says a damn thing about how fuckin crazy we all are not to jump off. Minds and cells all jostled from a lifetime of the up-and-down, back-and-forth, yet we still convince ourselves we know what is best. Go down swinging, that’s how we like it. What do I care about a guy who got it right in his dizzied brain? How was I supposed to know that jumping is the only way off this nightmarish ride?
Here is a short poem I wrote in Chinese and translated a few years ago:
原露谅点 Forgiven Read More
The Inane Ramblings of a Fractured Mind
They tell it all
adventures in mothering
I am more than breath & bones.
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