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...

Singing in the Whirlwind

Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind: “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Do you know the way to the dwelling of light, to the home of darkness? Can you leap through the heavens to loose Orion or command the Pleiades? Can you soar...

“It is not for you to know”

Let me stretch out this bit of prayer on the pavement in the spring rain: I do not know the time for the seed to break open and wend its way through the soil, for the wound to cease throbbing and begin the slow work of healing, for love to finally confound our...

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