May 28, 2013 | comfort, death, poem
I didn’t see change through her eyes until we were right at the precipice. Perhaps it’s a sign of her age that she cannot see beyond tomorrow. Perhaps it’s a sign of my age that I believe I can. In any event, this change is upon us, and to her it...
Feb 21, 2013 | death, Lent, prayer
Help us with death, Living Christ, for we are afraid and defiant of life’s ending. Help us through death, Living Christ, for we are uncertain and resistant to life’s changes. Help us in death, Living Christ, for we are near-sighted and lost on our way to...
Jan 4, 2013 | death, resurrection, stories
In the year after your death, there were flowers and a new baby. Perhaps the flowers were nothing unusual, but still it was a surprise to see them — stars of purple and cobalt shining with hope through the gray fog of springtime in Maine. The new baby was hope,...
Jun 26, 2010 | death, prayer, wholeness
The space between life and death, between beginnings and endings, is so close — much closer than our sterilized places for dying and our pastel-printed places for birthing attempt to convey. Holy Life, both particled and boundless, be present in these moments of...
Mar 29, 2010 | death, Lent
The funk of death surrounds me I cannot breathe I cannot pray except to whisper Dear God… Over and over again Dear God… Dear God… Dear God…
Nov 21, 2009 | death, resurrection, stories
Walking my dog MoMo this morning offered a few moments of quiet before a busy day. The air was chilly and calm. I could hear birds calling and singing from amidst the branches of bare trees. The sky was a clear baby blue, with traces of red & pink lining a few...
