Reminder From Angels

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

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Advent I: On Darkness & Light

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.

Gathering Stones Strung on Threads

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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
for wholeness…

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Climate Change

I want to awake at dawn

And with the finality of the seventh day, say:

“It’s done.”

(Or better yet) have no memory of that

Long night.

I want the culprits of sex-traffic to awake

Beating their own breasts

Compassion like filial love pours forth like

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Currency

Prayer Piedra

Praying in Tayrona, Colombia

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

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Deliverance

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

Swing

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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?

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