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Monthly Archives: May 2013
Some things ascend (others do not)
The skylark, singing. Clouds; but those that reach the mountaintop fall as rain, giggling and gurgling. A swan, slow to start, duckpond runway, lifting largely, broad wings set free. Incense laden with prayers, pious particles. A child on a trampoline, … Continue reading
Good news
I am confused by the good news. It is such bright, good news, overlaid with shards of loss which cast their light, prismed through fractured pieces, across its tear-stained joy: the loss of innocence the loss of a mother who … Continue reading
Posted in other words
Tagged Amanda Berry, Cleveland, Gina de Jesus, good news, Michelle Knight, missing persons
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Year C Easter 6: Light
Light is really special. During the last couple of centuries, scientists began to discover some really quite counter-intuitive things about light, the way that light moves, acts, has its being. We think of light as beams, rays, waves. But light … Continue reading
Posted in homily, lectionary reflection, meditation
Tagged EInstein, Genesis, God's face, let there be light, light, new heaven and new earth, particles, Planck, Revelation 21-22, the Lamb, wreckers
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The water cycle
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, nor your ways my ways, says The Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earths so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. For as … Continue reading
Breathing room
I have expanded since she left, as though she wedged me tight, her elbow in my side, that space whence God had made my other self; restored my second lung inflates; her voice still susurrates as I exhale.
Posted in poetry
Tagged bereavement, family, family systems, poetry, self-expression
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The Mime
Living in a portable Perspex box, beauty teases on the breeze, my hand smacks hard against its borders, my lips bruised from reaching for tenderness.
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