When flying through the air–miraculously–in a chunk of engineered metal, It strikes one that, although we will be in flight for two and a half hours, Still we will arrive only one hour later. Such is the way the world tilts and The speed of the plane and The angle of the sun. What, then,ContinueContinue reading “On flying and time zones and dark nights of the soul”
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No makeup Sunday
I usually wear mascara, every day. On special occasions I line my eyelid, too, Pulling the lid taut with my finger, Drawing across my lashes. Today, though, preparing for church, I didn’t. I left the dark mascara in its neon bottle, The liner I left on the shelf, And I went to church un-decorated, MyContinueContinue reading “No makeup Sunday”
Morning glory
In the early mornings, as I run, I try to stop at every lilac bush, admire, insert my face into the petal-bunches, breathe deeply. Every bush is a work of grandiose glory. The buds on the clumps of dropping fragrance are slowly opening, slowly filling the air around us with the blessed scent of spring.ContinueContinue reading “Morning glory”
The Full and Nothin’ But The
I’ve been thinking about How they say that Water and oil don’t mix. I suppose that that is true, For I studied the property of their densities When I was still in middle school. But, I have also observed how oil and water Pool with each other In the gutter, off the curb, near myContinueContinue reading “The Full and Nothin’ But The”
A tiny poem | Be thou brave
Let us do the things that scare us. Let us not be afraid to fail. Let us attempt the things we have never before tried, the things we do not yet know how to do, the lessons we have far from mastered. Let us extend our hands to those we have never met, Ask theContinueContinue reading “A tiny poem | Be thou brave”
Slivers of springtime revelry
If I was to pick any day to be a mermaid, today would probably be that day. Yesterday Paul said to me, “Every spring there is a day where I’m like, ‘Oh. Wow. I had forgotten that there are outside smells.” Sure enough! You know how you can stick your face in a refrigerator andContinueContinue reading “Slivers of springtime revelry”
Tiny blessing prayer
A blessing, sweet Jesus, a blessing I ask your blessing tonight Bless my home and my friends, All assigned odds and ends, That all would turn out alright. A blessing, sweet Jesus, a blessing As I strive to do your will Amidst the questions in my mind And the struggle to be kind I prayContinueContinue reading “Tiny blessing prayer”
“Incarnation” — for Kathryn
This past year my friend, Kathryn, joined a convent. She sent me a Christmas card and she was like, “You should write something about the Incarnation.” Since buying gifts for nuns is hard anyway, this is kind of her Christmas present. Merry Christmas, Sistah Kate. It’s not the best, but I tried. (Also, I haveContinueContinue reading ““Incarnation” — for Kathryn”
A tiny poem | Love and fingerprints
“I’ll never love another woman like I love you,” he said. But this did not give her pause; for she knew that all along. You never love another person in the same way you have loved someone else. Loves are as unique as fingerprints. The one you dated before? The first one whose hand youContinueContinue reading “A tiny poem | Love and fingerprints”
Advent Monday #2
There is a line in an Advent song that sings like, “O Come, O rod of Jesse’s stem” And today’s reading is about the desert and the parched land and the steppe blooming “with abundant flowers.” But I’m just over here like, “Yeah, and I’ll bet that those were watered by our collective tears.” “MourningContinueContinue reading “Advent Monday #2”
Seashell Nell 