In my childhood, I was allowed 8 houses from my own,That driveway the boundary I was to turn ’round when on my tricycle.Another 8 houses out was a road, not very busy, but busy enough when you’re little.In this same era, I heard the story of the Prodigal Son.I always imagined, then, these lines, “…whileContinueContinue reading “The Prodigal”
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Ash Weds 22
Why the ashes? For a lot of reasons, but for me, this year, this one:Because of death. Death: that thing which I cannot ignore away, try as I might, Looking the other way, but being shaken nonetheless at loss, over and over again:-Mitch Albom’s daughter, Chika-Nightbirde whose song about strength I listened to over andContinueContinue reading “Ash Weds 22”
My newest lino
I have several ideas for linoblock cuts. One I’ve already started, and it’s in my room. It’s the largest one I’ve ever done and I started it, got a little scared, and stopped. I knew I wanted to make a different one, too, simpler, and I purchased the block for the simpler one. That, too,ContinueContinue reading “My newest lino”
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 andContinueContinue reading “On our history”
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 andContinueContinue reading “A Catechism”
14. Sacrament Haiku: Holy Orders
Forehead on the floor Poured out in love for God’s own Priest, guide, victim
13. Sacrament haiku: Confirmation
The journey is long For the way we are given Oil, Spirit, press’d in.
11. Sacrament Haiku: Reconciliation
Heaven and earth meet Mercy-moment, “I am sorry” …Father runs to son.
Our Lady of Detroit
Been working on some art, fam. Well, this one is some older art, from the summer vacation I took with my cousin, Hanna, on the western side of the state in the dunes and trees and water and beauty of Lake Michigan. Bam: Te gusta? I call her, “Our Lady of Detroit,” made originally forContinueContinue reading “Our Lady of Detroit”
Are there rice crispy treats in heaven?
Heaven, like God, is not bound by time. My sister once nearly cried herself to sleep trying to wrap her elementary-schooled mind around the eternal nature of God and the experience scarred me, so, I don’t often try to ponder the implications of God’s everlasting presence. Besides, of course, that heaven will last forever. IContinueContinue reading “Are there rice crispy treats in heaven?”
Seashell Nell 