Sunday Prayer

Ah, Lord GOD, we do not know how to begin or where, for you are eternal and we are finite; you so loving and we so very wounded; creation so vast and we are only a few within it. What praise can we offer that is not a clanging gong? What prayer can we say to bend your...

Psalm 46

There comes a time when something (Something) must come about, for if nothing (Nothing) comes about, that will be death. We believe so often that change is death, that disaster is death, that Death itself is death, but no — even in Death, something (Something)...

Traveling

With every flight and every new city, I am mercifully one step farther away from you in miles, in memories, in fresh molecules of air on my skin to erase any trace of your breath. [Where can I go from your spirit? How far can I flee from your presence?] Cleveland....

Sunday Prayer

Most holy God, you who are our good news, you who are the prisoners’ release, you who are the glad dance of the weary, you who are the beginning and the fulfillment; Our prayers are not celestial hymns or heavenly speech, but these words bear our hearts, our...

Of Sleeping Giants

More ancient than memory are the giants whose sleeping forms are the softly rolling hills and tall jagged mountains that could tell tall tales if anyone bothered to ask them. So deep is their hibernation that no one has seen the giants breathe in years, although the...

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