Upstream

To make my way to the Source, I pray, and to understand how it carves through the rock and reshapes the earth along its holy path; I pray to meet the One who loves the path — its movement more than its destination — and to learn the patience of unknown...

Sleepless

Tell me, stars, how often God has shown up for you in your cold existence. Over the millennia, how often has God been your renewal, your hope, your reason for being — or have you died already, unnoticed, your light unrequited? Tell me, tears, if you ever grow...

Creed

Being from void. Breath from stillness. Care from chaos. Song from silence. Pattern from mystery. Nourishment from nothing. Meaning from turbulence. Life from death. Just think: what might you do with me, Eternal Creator? on Genesis...

Communion

Come, sister: sit with me to watch the wonder of God dazzling within us like sparklers against the night sky. Come, brother: tend the fire with me into the wee hours as we¬†spin tales of God’s mystery¬†and chide one another to courage. Come, friend: the wait will...

Currents

No amount of straining or swimming, of longing or praying can free me from the currents of life that I think myself so adept in navigating. For the stream runs on without a care and the storms come (inevitably, invariably) to show off their lack of care and deference....

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...

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