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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Deeper
Friend, I want to join you with deeper compassion, Feel your pain, know your sorrow. But I know that the key to expanding compassion Is to experience more profound suffering, And, if I’m being totally honest, I’m afraid of that. Jesus, Help me to be Brave.
On the Samaritan
When she told them that He had told her “Everything she had ever done”~ I’ve always assumed that was all the bad things –five husbands and all– But, “everything” includes more, does it not? Maybe He also told her all of the beautiful things she had done, All the selfless ways She brightened the worldContinueContinue reading “On the Samaritan”
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”
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 anyContinueContinue reading “22. Old dreams”
18. Internal symphonies
Every human person contains within them the art and depth, secrecy and mastery of a symphony. Every person acts/ speaks/ decides due to the measured unity of the systems playing together the music of existence and interaction. One section (in my mind, this is the percussion section) of the personal-symphony is the balance (or imbalance,ContinueContinue reading “18. Internal symphonies”
17. Beautiful desert
She told me she watched a special on the desert, Right as Lent started, a group-led activity About barrenness and discomfort. But, she said, she was not struck with dismay or deficit, Rather, She was mesmorized by the beauty of the landscape, The delicacy of the ecosystem, The intricacy of the creation. It changes theContinueContinue reading “17. Beautiful desert”
16. The Lenten desert
I enter Lent cautiously, tentatively. I want to be bravely holy and ambitious, but, I also know that 40 winter days stretch long into the future. “Lent is supposed to be like a desert,” the priest said, at Ash Wednesday mass–where we’re stripped of comfort and utterly reliant on God. I have traveled before. IContinueContinue reading “16. The Lenten desert”
15. Sacrament Haiku: Anointing of the sick
Breaths less steady now Travel with our blessings, friend A new life will come
Seashell Nell 