Brothers and sisters:  You are no longer strangers and sojourners, but you are fellow citizens with the holy ones and members of the household of God, built upon the foundation of the Apostles and prophets with Jesus himself as capstone.  Through him, the whole structure is held together and grows into a temple sacred in the Lord.  In…

I have been thinking about this post for days.  When I posted the poem from Martins River, I happened to notice—Oh geez, the next post is #500!  The 500thpost…eleven years after starting this blog.  (And I had been worried about whether or not I had enough to say to sustain it…Ha.) Part of me thought—Oh, this should be…

Martins River, 2018 Church bells to lean against; Cape Islanders, sailboats, and dories in reunion before me. You, silver-winking in your delight with the lot of it: with the purple house  and the teal one next door; with the boats and their sleep nodding prows;  with the masts trying to reach you; with the gulls…

The other day I looked back at a poem I wrote a while ago and re-worked it a bit…. Wingspan Oh glory what can gather in the wingspan of my voice… the bite of a color,  a wide-sky ache of longing,  the song inside a stone. These wings, my voice- oh the pleasure  when it…

Evening Light at the Public Gardens, Halifax I’d thought I’d had enough for my evening meal; Then this. This spectacle of indigo feasting that leaves me at the table, unable to move away.  This hour in this place is such evidence of God’s delight…I’d call it magical, but I know better.  It’s so much more…

 It is Trinity Sunday today…and it is beautiful here in this part of the Maritimes.  Stunning, really…at least, insofar as I understand that.  It is warm enough to not have a jacket on and cool enough to not get hot when you walk; the sky is nothing but a wide blue invitation; and the textures of nature…

I read a reflection by Saint Augustine this morning and he’s been on my mind ever since.  While there are a multitude of worthy quotations and many writings about him—to say nothing of his own Confessions…I return time and again to the line I once heard in a class.  It was one of those ringers: a line…

High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, –and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of –Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there I’ve chased the shouting…

Beloved, see what love has been bestowed on us that we may be called the children of God.  Yet, so we are.  … Beloved, we are God’s children now; what we shall be has not yet been revealed.  We do know that when it is revealed we shall be like God, for we shall see God face to…