I’m posting a poem I wrote last winter, because today’s O Antiphon leading up to Christmas is “O Oriens” which means O Dayspring. This one was published in Lyrical Iowa 2021. Incarnation at Dawn The dark tendrils of the old maple are framed as a detail within the angles of the sunroom window. The blue beyond them is a canvas light-years deep. Such is the … Continue reading “O Dayspring”
In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. And he came to her and said, ‘Greetings, favoured one! The Lord is with you.’ But she was much perplexed by his words and pondered what … Continue reading Advent 2021: Mary
Annunciation to Joseph Steady, old boy. You can believe your eyes. Admit it. This is not unfamiliar, this mystic hope that shimmered in the shadows that day as the sawdust settled under your restless feet. You can believe what her ears heard, what she told you, how the messenger revealed the mystery’s shape hidden within her innate devotion. You can do this. The raw material … Continue reading Advent 2021: Joseph
I couldn’t tell you when it went absent without leave but one day I noticed it was gone. The last shred of possibility slipped out the door. You adjust. The sadness becomes mortar for a wall just high enough to keep the dream from getting in finding its old place where it fit in so well until it didn’t. We resigned ourselves to a good … Continue reading Advent: Elizabeth
In Advent we realize that the birth of Jesus is part of a bigger story, thousands of years long and eternal in scope. It includes the prophecies of people like Isaiah, who lived 2800 years ago, centuries before Jesus appeared on the scene. He was an ordinary man whom God tapped to be a prophet in Judah. Judah was a small nation with mighty nations … Continue reading Advent 2021: Isaiah
What is the heft of a quiet life that her grandchildren carry today? More than the weight of a mother and wife as they solemnly march to her grave. They bear the imprint of soft, storied arms from her lifelong earnest art honed by the tasks of family and farm and a gentle, loving heart. Heavy their hearts as the memories gel and the tears … Continue reading Pallbearing
Graveside 10-3-21 As we settle our collective breath and feel the veil gently gliding open for a holy glimpse a bird calls from the sidelines the sky weeps silent tears the air faithfully allows itself to be filtered into eulogy and prayer the tear-soaked soil receives collects along with all who will enter its moist embrace alive with dead things. Sing! Accept the way of … Continue reading We Remember Him
The sins of the fathers are tenacious unless there has been a reckoning, a washing in the river to a new awareness, a new name reminding him of that long night of struggle, grasping desperately to the past and finally letting go, with a blessing, no less. Ten sons had learned their lessons well, living into a new iteration of deception and manipulation, greed, competition. … Continue reading Seed of Israel
I Arrive Late I arrive late. The avian chorus is halfway through the morning program. Tiny wrens trilling, crows demanding attention, a catbird offering its scratchy exaltation. The cardinal’s whistle, occasional and sweet. Their song and the stillness they celebrate accomplish my intention, the daily challenge of heart-opening that requires study, prayer, writing, the diligent quest for communion with the divine. The birds don’t know … Continue reading Morning Inspiration
“Do not underestimate the thrill of trying.” –Julia Cameron Mixed media art has always captivated me. I marvel at the imagination and creativity of those who bring together a variety of elements to interact and cohere to stimulate the viewer with the outcome. A bird rests on a torn edge of newsprint, and its song breaks into my thoughts. A disembodied hand offers a … Continue reading The Energizing Flow of Creativity
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