Lent 11

Ah, LORD God: if you were a bed, I would crawl back to your warmth, never again to face the routine of a Monday morning; if you were coffee, I would immerse myself in your strong energy, never again to grow weary or sullen; if you were sunshine, I would take my whole...

Lent 8

Rain down with the faith we are lacking. Well up with the grace we are needing. Break open the seeds of hope we are missing. Pluck the harvest of bountiful justice we are craving. Glisten and dance with the faithful love we are chasing. on Isaiah...

Lent 4

Let me take this small step: to delight in a snowflake to marvel in the formation of crystals to stare in wonder as it clings to a hibernating branch that had otherwise believed itself homely. Yes, the beauty of the snowflake is enough for today. on Psalm 104:24,...

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...

Day Song

The sun rises as the day’s ostinato. The juncos interject their staccato. The clouds soar in descant, whistling from the west. The fox barks out a tempo, the squirrel chatters out of time. Melting snow pings out its melody along the roof and down the rainspout....

Without You

There must be you. There has to be you. Without you, how will I sleep at night? How will I rest if not in the knowledge that you are there — beside, behind, before, long ago and forever? Without you, how will I laugh in the storm? Only the impossibility of you...

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