Lent 32

There’s my Peace: rising with the sun and kissing my face on the breeze. There’s my Peace: laughing in conversation and warming hands with mugs of hot tea. There’s my Peace: standing in determined solidarity and raising her fist against the pressures...

Slowly

This moment of prayer stretches like a lover in the morning, a suspension of time, a lingering sigh, an unhurried savoring of the knowledge that you are present and not leaving without the promise of your love and of your return to watch the nightmares with me once...

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...

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