On our history

An Easter poem The lie of the Garden With apple and the snake Was that God didn't really love us, And we listened, with an ache An ache that tore us from God As in sorrow we left. (Though God, with heart-wide-rendered Gave us second-chance, through death). The lie of the sacrifice Of Abraham and... Continue Reading →


Was going to go to : Circus class Instead I felt a little under the weather due to a few suspected culprits: Maybe ate some gluten Maybe got sneezed in the face by a li'l baby Maybe cleaned the bathroom at work and didn't wear gloves and some of the floor-suds splashed into my face... Continue Reading →

A Catechism

Who made us? God made us. God who made the Rocky Mountains and the way grass smells after it has been cut and the way breath turns to curling fog in the cold also made us. He had light dance through prisms and wind rustle through leaves and moss grow on places like roots and... Continue Reading →

A prayer about planning

The hard thing about making a five- or ten-year plan, God, is that: you're much better at imagining than I am. You possess working knowledge of all of the hairs on all of the heads of every human who ever was, is, or ever will be, plus you direct the cosmos--all the stars and planets... Continue Reading →

A small price to pay

We, familiar with this kind of thing, knew the cost. We knew we would wake up Ill-rested, Tired, Eyelids swollen, Sleep inadequate, Head slightly pulsing from the late housrs and the wine of the night before. A night in a basement-restaurant And stories of our youth And memories gilded with laughter And our passionate hopes... Continue Reading →

24. The exercise of prayer

"What do you think is the most affective form of exercise?" The question was posed to me by my sister, a student of athletics and medicine at the graduate level. I started suggesting a list to her, "Aerobics? Swimming? Triathlon?" Finally, she gave the answer, "It's the one that you DO." Oh, of course. How... Continue Reading →

23. Dreams are free

This one is best read aloud. (And, even better, to someone you love). Dreams are free, my dear child, Dreams are free, free, free, Like the stars in the sky 'Neath the tall pine trees Like the wash of the pebbles On the floor of a stream, Like the whisper of mosses, Like a feather's... Continue Reading →

22. Old dreams

When we are children, we are asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" and the question is laden with so many unknowns--the unknown of what we want, the unknown of what being a grown-up is even like, the unknown of where life will take us. And so, we try on any... Continue Reading →

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