Remembering that it happened once,We cannot turn away the thought,As we go out, cold, to our barnsToward the long night’s end, that weOurselves are living in the worldIt happened in when it first happened,That we ourselves, opening a stall(A latch thrown open countless timesBefore), might find them breathing there,Foreknown: the Child bedded in straw,The motherContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 25”
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#adventapertures2025: day 19
I praise you because you are artist and scientist in one. When I am somewhat fearful of your power, your ability to work miracles with a set-square, I hear you murmuring to yourself in a notation Beethoven dreamed of but never achieved. You run off your scales of rain water and sea water, play theContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 19”
#adventapertures2025: day 16
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the pointContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 16”
#adventapertures2025: day 7
“Advent is a story of Old Testament prophecies. It is a story of cosmic fulfillment. The dream of a world repaired in the holy darkness of Advent. A whisper is heard, words are formed.” Rev Lisha Epperson Packing to go on holiday always induces fear in me as well as excitement. It is the fearContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 7”
#adventapertures2025: day 2
If it’s true that the universe consists of atoms and void and nothing else, then everything that exists—the sun and the moon, mother and the flag, Beethoven’s string quartets and da Vinci’s decomposing flesh—is made of the elementary particles of nature in fervent and constant motion, colliding and combining with one another in an inexhaustiblyContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 2”
#adventapertures 2025: Sunday 1
In the season leaves should love, since it gives them leave to move through the wind, towards the ground they were watching while they hung, legend says there is a seam stitching darkness like a name. Now when dying grasses veil earth from the sky in one last pale wave, as autumn dies to bringContinue reading “#adventapertures 2025: Sunday 1”
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