Category Archives: holy days

A Fool’s Easter

Posted on March 31, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

Hush, fool, for we buried you
deeper than god. Continue reading →

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Denial

Posted on March 30, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

Is there any place on this earth where that damned cock won’t crow? Once, and all at once pandemonium, panic sets in, the dogs of war cry havoc, unleash every sin of omission, commission, revision, recidivism While the civilized world, … Continue reading →

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Betrayal

Posted on March 29, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

Loose lips sink kisses drunk on Communion wine love’s drowned by desire ______________ Now the betrayer had given them a sign, saying, “The one I will kiss is the man.” (Mark 14:44) ______________ Giotto di Bondone, Kiss of Judas [Public … Continue reading →

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St David’s

Posted on March 1, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

Sheer skyfall, blue to blue, plumb-lined from the heavens to the deep measures a cliff, eroded from creation, where only dune-grass and sheep may grow, miraculously rooted as the earth turns. We set out on a narrow path littered with … Continue reading →

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Do not give your heart to the ashes

Posted on February 14, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

The landscape within which we live is littered with sin, from the scars we inflict upon the earth on up through the twisted veins of hearts that would burn down a church built in the image of God’s mercy. And it is impossible to stand here in an attitude of repentance tonight without acknowledging the complicity of our common life in the deaths of 17 students, children, at a high school in Florida this afternoon. Our participation in systems of sin, as its priests and as its victims, is as inevitable as the ice of winter. Continue reading →

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This is not Sunday’s sermon

Posted on February 9, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

On Sunday, I may speak of mountaintop miracles, the art of the divine fuller, bleaching all blemishes out of our vision of God Incarnate, revealing glory. But today is Friday. The week was long and the mountain high and hard. … Continue reading →

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Transfigured

Posted on February 8, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

I saw the sun glow white, clothed in winter’s glory, the cold light of distance, diffidence; for once it shone so pale that my eyes could look upon it and live.

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The Feast of the Presentation

Posted on February 2, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

Simeon has been dismissed. Anna shed her widow’s weeds, went dancing with the turtle doves, snowing feathers; all that remains is dust and the rubble of a memory, the echo of a prayer, and a child, caught by his woven … Continue reading →

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Holy innocents

Posted on January 16, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

Their wisdom was not wanted by the powers that be, in case it would unseat their certainty of their own anointed state. Warned in a dream, they went home another way, pursued by rumours of mothers kneeling in the ashes of … Continue reading →

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Epiphany wisdom, old and new

Posted on January 7, 2018 by Rosalind C Hughes

The picture that we expect to see is not always the one that is painted by God. Continue reading →

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