Remember

You promised, God. You promised. Yet we look backward, we look forward, we look side to side, and surrounding us are the floodwaters of violence and the rains of despair. You promised to remember, but we are drowning. You promised to remember, but we are dying —...

Betrayal

When we have shouted ourselves hoarseand returned home from the parade,forgive our wavering commitment to love. When we have finished our hymnsand departed from the comforts of worship,forgive our fickle faithfulness. When we have passed the plate of breadand swept up...

Lent 40 (Holy Saturday)

Let us be together in the silence of memories . . . I remember the pleasure of his company around a table with friends bread crust crumbling in our fingers . . . There was the day I was sinking, overwhelmed by the storm, but there he was — as if catching me was...

Lent 39 (Good Friday)

You are true to your word even to the point of death. Who really does that anymore? You are the First and Last Word, the holy action and now: the brutal consequence. You are the Word that heals a salve from the tongue a welcome whisper in my ear You are the expression...

Lent 37 (Lonely)

One last walk before the very last one. A stroll with only the streetlights for company a tin can for amusement and thoughts best left unsaid. Take one walk alone Brother Jesus before the very last one. One more time just to look at the stars and to listen for the...

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