Lent 32

Guide our wayfaring, E’er-Moving God,by sidewalks and highways,on paths of mud or spring grass or hospital tile,amidst love and disappointment and dread,with youthful steps or bone-tired paces,traveling with ease or dis-ease (or both).Guide our wayfaring,...

Lent 31

God of mathematics and mystery,Creator of the amoeba and the great blue whale,Painter of the sweeping clouds at sunset and of the delicate violet,thank you for giving us macro and micro,for meeting us in the second and in the season.Thank you for the graceof a...

Lent 30

Maybe there is nothing to sing about, on this day when a rape story is shared aloud (one story that symbolizes hundreds, thousands). Despite all of our noise, maybe we have nothing to say that can really improve life or identify truth.Maybe our tears have run...

Lent 29

I cannot reach you today, my God — not by savory caffeine or thoughtful word, not by breathtaking nature or stress-releasing laughter, not by stirring liturgy or restful silence — and I find myself wondering how often I lean on emotional experience to...

Fifth Sunday of Lent

I will sing praise to the Holyas long as I have my breath:for the squeeze of a handand the beauty of bluebells,for kids playing ball and laughingand crying honestly when life hurts,for jet-black crows in a freshly tilled fieldand weeping willows’ tears of spring...

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