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Trinity 2016: Delight
Wisdom calls out – the wisdom of God; we may know her as the Holy Spirit. When she is spoken aloud, she becomes the Word. The Word was in the beginning, the yet unspoken, ever articulate Wisdom of God. Only … Continue reading
Posted in holy days, sermon
Tagged delight, Holy Spirit, John 16:12-15, Pentecost, Proverbs 8, Romans 5:1-5, Trinity Sunday
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Mother of sleepless nights
You are the Mother of all sleepless nights. Before the light was bound over to keep the peace till morning, you neither slumbered nor rested your eyes; before the darkness fell from sheer weary excess of hours; as long as … Continue reading
Unbabel
Slab-flat vowels like a block of dough slapped down on the kneading board; sibilant aromas of spice and fruit from afar off mingle with crisp consonants. Syllables roll like oranges through the early morning marketplace; polyphonic strangers drawn by the … Continue reading
Posted in holy days, lectionary reflection, meditation, poetry, prayer
Tagged accents, Acts 2:1-21, Babel, comfort food, expatriate, Genesis 11:1-9, homesickness, language, Pentecost, unity
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Making an orange stole
I’ve had a request for a pattern and/or instructions for making orange stoles for Gun Violence Prevention. [You can read more about why I’m making orange stoles here.] As the project has grown and been shared beyond our imaginings, I … Continue reading
Suffer the children
It was Mother’s Day weekend, a weekend of mixed emotions, to say the least. I am among the fortunate. I spent the day surrounded by family, celebrating our eldest child’s college graduation in the Columbus sunshine. On Saturday, her younger sister … Continue reading
Posted in story
Tagged #WearOrange, God Before Guns, gun violence, Moms Demand Action, Mother's Day
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Graduations
A Mother’s Day poem for a grown daughter graduating college There was a time measured in the skipped beats of a sonogram machine when you were mine completely to hold; you ate my food, shared my blood, before the cord … Continue reading
Ascension (inversion)
Precipitous falling land & water at the shore where dust turns to clay, matter moulded to our humanity. A low fog confuses earth with its firmament; the mud holds its breath until the star breaks, rising in the east.
Posted in holy days, poetry
Tagged Ascension, fog, Genesis 2:7, Incarnation, mist, prayer, star of bethlehem, weather
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Leaning
I cannot stand straight. My body shapes itself to air that falls away beneath its drooping head and arms. Once so solid, with you no longer there, I drift as though weightless, of no substance; I lean against the empty … Continue reading
Year C Easter 6: Down by the river
Silt sinking to your shoes, knee deep in ooze, you lose your stream of thought way down by the river to pray. Tripping, tickling trout tumbling upward, hope lifts labour over falls, life runs down by the river to pray. … Continue reading
Year C Easter 5: “Make no distinction between them and us”
Acts 11: 12 “The Spirit told me to go with them and not to make a distinction between them and us.” – Peter has a vision of eating foreign food, and is called thereby to recognise the grace of God … Continue reading
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Tagged Acts 11:1-18, foreign food, grace, Pentecost, race, table fellowship, Year C Easter 5
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