All that is comes from all that I AM. You do not know how My Life begins, or if you can guess at how, you will never know why I AM Life. You will all know who I AM differently. For I AM Creator. I AM Creation. You will all hear who I AM differently. Continue reading “gospel: scatter, sprout & grow”
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day 5
Once in the Advent seasonWhen I was walking downA narrow street I met a flock of childrenWho all came running up to meSaying that they were prophetsAnd for a penny theyWould prophesy I gave them each a penny They started outBy rummaging in trash-cansUntil they foundA ragged piece of silk It’s blue, they saidBlue isContinue reading “day 5”
psalms for passiontide: Holy Saturday Psalm 31.1-4,15,16
refuge rock refuge fortress rock fortress refuge These are the images of Psalm 31.1-4, the oh-too-solid opposites of the tangled net the psalmist feels closing around him. On Holy Saturday, these are also images of a tomb in which an already much-mourned, much-loved, broken body lies waiting for its final anointing and arranging once theContinue reading “psalms for passiontide: Holy Saturday Psalm 31.1-4,15,16”
psalms for passiontide: Holy Tuesday Psalm 70
Psalm 70 is a psalm for anyone (like me) whose faith seriously wobbles from day to day, moment to moment. It is a psalm that is a cry for help, and the psalmist needs help in a hurry. It is full of worry, of panic, and there is a growing sense of urgency as theContinue reading “psalms for passiontide: Holy Tuesday Psalm 70”
advent apertures 2019: day 16
It has frequently been remarked, about my own writings, that I emphasize the notion of attention. This began simply enough: to see that the way the flicker flies is greatly different from the way the swallow plays in the golden air of summer. It was my pleasure to notice such things, it was a goodContinue reading “advent apertures 2019: day 16”
advent apertures 2019: day 5
Between waves, under the moon’s light, after the passing of your smile into memory when the last silence falls and your voice is no longer heard over the shadows of the earth, when even the rain has stopped and my memory and my words and my arms and my hands that held you have fallenContinue reading “advent apertures 2019: day 5”
image into ikon 