Midnight on New Year’s

Would that I could escape this second, stretch out from the bubble that is this hour, and touch the hem of your robe there where you wade on the horizon, there where you watch the world go by out-of-sequence, there where you midwife death into birth and mourning into...

Blankie Prayers

Just the hem, O my God, just the hem. Hide your face, turn your back even, but let the hem of your robe linger as a comfort through the long night. Send your visions to one more gifted; let another more foolish in faithfulness glimpse the wonder of your wisdom; for...

Third Sunday in Lent (Ephemeral)

A wisp of wind, a passing moment, a grace note: let me be glad just to have known it grateful for the warm breath on my cheek for the caring space between words for the music which cannot be held. At your invitation, O God, I will be still and savor this life that is...

Lent 9 (Home)

Take me home from my wandering Home from my seeking Home from the hamster-wheel-running Home from the endless wheel-spinning Home to rest and let be Take me home, O God Most Holy, our ever-present and ever-moving Shelter on 2 Samuel...

And So It Goes

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust: O God, this is our confession. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust: a litany of sorrow and regret. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust: this the best and barest truth. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust: at the last, we forfeit this life. Ashes to ashes,...

Mourning with Jacob (a litany)

We were here. Now we are not. Even “here” is gone. What we have known as life Now we will know as history While tomorrow remains only hearsay We would set a stone if we could A marker to say, “Here was change” A memorial to acknowledge,...

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