Grace

Smile at me today, O LORD, and I will dance forever. Touch me gently like a mother brushing her child’s feverish forehead, and I will leap from my sickbed to serve you. Guide my feet over this treacherous way, and I will follow you beyond the horizon. Say that I...

Day Song

The sun rises as the day’s ostinato. The juncos¬†interject their staccato. The clouds soar in descant, whistling from the west. The fox barks out a tempo, the squirrel chatters out of time. Melting snow pings out its melody along the roof and down the rainspout....

Enemies Without and Within

I am afraid, even all these years later; afraid of what was done, of what else could have been done, of what else still could be done. Afraid at two in the morning when no one knows but you. I know you know, and probably that should be enough to ease my fears, but it...

Laundry

Reds, whites, greens separated by hots & colds, darks & lights with a bit of soap, far removed from the bells, the garlands, the cheery carols. This is Advent. This is the preparation for your coming: cleaning, washing, planning, (re)arranging, assessing what...

Without You

There must be you. There has to be you. Without you, how will I sleep at night? How will I rest if not in the knowledge that you are there — beside, behind, before, long ago and forever? Without you, how will I laugh in the storm? Only the impossibility of you...

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