Milcah’s Inheritance

Milcah sang a lullaby to her granddaughter Rebekah, born to Bethuel, You are a queen, gifted and beautiful, a sovereign over kings. You are the gladness of ancestors, and the celebration of the future. And Rebekah believed her grandmother Milcah, owned the inheritance...

Swaddling

Be not afraid, o my soul, to hold Love close to your breast, to wonder at its fingers and toes and eyes, to marvel at Love’s sweet breath. Swaddle Love gently, tightly, as though it is the labor of your womb, the offspring of your heart, the flesh of your flesh,...

Potter’s Wheel

thrown, pressed, molded, pinched round again for the seekers of both beauty and metaphor never done ever imperfect always tossed to new purpose

Choosing with Teresa of Avila

Christ has no focus                       no eyes                 no nightmare but yours                   but yours                     but yours Christ has no delight                     no body                 no distraction but yours                 but yours    ...

Universal

Let the sun and moon beam with pride: God has come! Let the sea monsters and stormy winds howl with the wildness of it: God has come! Let those who have been weary dance the good news and those whose throats have been parched sing it together: God has come! Let mighty...

Remember

Humility. Remember the dusty Holiness of humanity that has no need to accumulate treasures. Peace. Remember the simplicity of Peace that welcomes grace and returns the same tenfold. Sorrow. Remember the certainty of the Wilderness and patiently walk with someone...

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