At first I was imagining something new for this year…but then I thought about the liturgy and how we hear the stories of our faith told in cycles and spirals, circles and ever expanding circles. I keep returning to this poem on Christmas Day because it’s a message that isn’t getting old. It’s a message that moves…
Tag: Poetry
Advent IV/ Christmas 2023
Merry Christmas, all…
Advent I, 2023
Since there is no fourth week of Advent this year, the last Sunday of Advent being Christmas Eve, I decided to start the series a little earlier this year. I’ve done this for…? Maybe twenty years? It is a way that I draw down and in for this season…and I’ve come to enjoy sharing them…
These are the Elements: A poem composed after Communion
Composed After Communion at Saint Andrew’s, 14 November, 2023 These are the elementsof earth and all withinand all before and what will be.We too are the elements, we who spark and shine, cleave, combust, create.When these, the bread, the wine,are taken in together as onewe know again the Great Becoming—All elements, one table,one Source, one awakening.We are each…
These November Things (poem)
I had a beautiful conversation this morning and at one point my friend said, “These November things…” “Such a good title,” I said. These November Things The grey light beckoning,gently murmuring with sunlight,like a well known blanket rising. Walking the astral mosaic,the orange and the yellow, green, redstars, shining on the footpath heading homeward. The…
Wind-Watching, Life-Feathering
There are many things I enjoy about flying a kite: the time to think expansive sky thoughts and the time to simply let go of thought entirely; the simplicity of it—time, string, energy, resistance, direction; the fact that it happens most often in wide open places; the independent alive-ness of the kite—I have the string…
The Assignment
The assignment was to fall in love. The details were up to you. -Louise Glück- This was a recent contribution to the near daily morning message exchange with a friend. Our on-line conversation began during the Pandemic and we have kept it up…sometimes a photo, sometimes a song, often a snippet of a work or…
Stained-Glass Verse
There are days when I breathe deepest within the cradle of sensory input…When I need to push against something that already is in order to make space for what I am feeling or thinking. Coffeeshops are often perfect for that…it is indifferent input, asking nothing of me, not requiring response and not interrupting…just a steady…
Consider the Lilies 