One of the fifteen RSCJ staying at our house these days is a musician well known within Latin America for her singing, lyrics, and guitar playing. At some moment we were talking about how experiences become language which can then become poetry or lyrics. And, sometimes one type of writing becomes something else entirely when…
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Resonance
From the journal… In the Public Gardens on a bench by the dahlias. Lunch is wrapped in a cloth napkin in my bag, tucked in among crosswords, a novel, and assorted writing implements. This journal was in there, but is now flopped open on my thigh. Somewhere I am remembering that the column width of…
At Ease with Belonging…a Poem
At a recent gathering I attended, multiple people mentioned that they were seeing new facets of me, new aspects of who I was. I found this fascinating because at this gathering, I was, in part, doing what I do regularly…I was writing, helping the group pray… The people there had read and prayed with my…
Who Do you Say…
I have answered this question many times in my life…Who do you say that I am? And while there are a few elements in common over the years, I am equally grateful to know that there is no limit…that there remains the impossibility of containing; that more remains than I can possibly hope for or…
The Fullness
Since returning from days away, I have been a part of multiple conversations where the spectre of violence in the world has featured. One mentioned a gathering I will be attending this summer and the possible de-volvement of circumstances in the US that might bring about martial law in the city of the event. Another…
Good Haunting: A Poem for Pentecost
Good Haunting: A poem for Pentecost The first time I heard her stutteringsmooth edged call from the woods,I said Thank You out loud,oddly grateful to be awake. To have the conscious knowingthat I was within her wingspan,that she was keeping deep, soft vigilover me and all that rested within me. Ethereal, yes, and good haunting.A…
Light and Salvation
Psalm 27 was the psalm today…I read it aloud at community prayer and then played an astounding version by the Notre Dame Folk choir on their Catch the Spirit live album. The feeling I had within me came out sounding like a poem… Light and Salvation Sometimes oh,sometimes it feels like the psalmist is singingmy song,…
Good Friday, 2025
By way of a friend who is also a homilist I admire, I find myself here on Good Friday considering the Latin root passio, meaning suffering, enduring, being acted upon. In all of my language and faith loving years, it never occurred to me to look up why the suffering and death of Jesus is…
During a Poet’s Fallow Time (For SPS who asked me to Pray)
Thanksgiving prayer during a Poet’s Fallow Time For the curves and fascinations of language, the nuances and crevices where meaningblooms brilliant with life at the nourishing spark of creation. for the displacement of soilby hope stretching toward light;for the tentative shootsof maybe, perhaps; for the quiet that cradles words in the kindness of time as they rest their syllables,…
From the Journal…An old prayer for new days
16 February, 2025 7:01 AM; At the end of the hall with tea that is cooling to a sippable temperature. Oh! I just looked out the window and the show is starting…It’s a beauty. Thank you for the ways you remind creation that there is always hope. Especially now. With the everything-everywhere-all at once-ness state…
Consider the Lilies 