Lent 28 (Seven Loaves)

I have seven but you ask me for twelve and I can’t imagine how we can see the same loaves of bread but tally them so differently. “This is seven,” I say, and you smile, “This is twelve.” “Seven isn’t enough,” I protest,...

Lent 27 (Sinking)

Scoop, bail! Scoop, bail! Don’t let the storm know that I’m afraid and flooding with anxiety. Don’t let on, don’t even tell Jesus — let him sleep, I can do this. Scoop, bail! Endless. It’s too much, too much. Jesus, save me! but...

Call the Names

In thanksgiving for ancestors and kin, for mothers and sisters across generations, for those who help to birth and those who accompany the walk and those who tell the tales, I call the names: Grace Susan Mildred Lydia Lucy Jacqueline Eleanor Tamar Diane Cheni Ruth...

Lent 25 (Nursery Rhymes)

All the pretty little horses: holy to the LORD! The dapples and grays, the pintos and bays: holy to the LORD! The cat and the fiddle, the cow and the moon: holy to the LORD! The dog full of laughter, the dish and the spoon: holy to the LORD! Also the black sheep with...

Lent 24 (Idolatry)

Out of glass I carved a mirror and there I swore allegiance to all that I could determine within and through my own flesh & spirit. Out of wood I constructed a shelter and I anointed its doorway with the oil of my sweat vowing to protect me and mine against all...

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