Lent 16

I lean into the Wind: catch me. I listen for the Wind: lead me. I throw my arms wide to the Wind: welcome me. I smile at the Wind: surprise me. on Isaiah 55:3

Skeptical

Is that you, God, peering through the crap? Is that muck of life truly you in all your glory, or is it me kicking my dirt in your direction while you as the gardener examine how to make good use of such shi*? Is that you, God, burning within my core? Is it your holy...

One Hundred & Baltimore

If the Spirit did not sigh for us, over us, I wonder who would. Who would hear our stories in their rawest honesty and sigh in agreement, “Never again”? Who would sit with us in the silence of shadows and trace the dust of memories? Who would hold out the...

No Water

Shall I thank you for this dry season, in which the storms and floods have receded and there is space for me to breathe vast space for me to walk about and plant anew? Shall I cry out to you in this dry season, as the streams take their time no longer dancing and...

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