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Lessons from my cat
I have decided to join my cat in growling at the storm. We both know when it is coming. I don’t know if she feels the same pain behind the temple, or whether her whiskers quiver barometrically; we look at … Continue reading
Catherine and the world on fire
Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire. – Catherine of SienaBut what if the world were already on fire? Set the world on fire,blaze like oil across the waters such that none … Continue reading
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Holy Saturday: quiet as the grave
But did the very earth fall silent? Or was the drumbeat of falling rain, children of the waters of creation falling again, amplified by the rock roof, turning the storm into an orchestra of praise; what of susurrating ants, murmuring earthworms, galvanized by the hewing … Continue reading
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Tagged God, Holy Saturday, Incarnation, Jesus, poetry, prayer, Resurrection, silence, tomb
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Palm Sunday: Gleanings
Did they leave their cast-off garments for the poorto pick up and wear after the parade?Who kept watch for the Romans,and what was the signal to disperse in a hurry,and who knew and who was left to fend for herself?Did … Continue reading
Purple
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On grief
And so he died, and all at once I understood more of grief than I had before. It beckoned from beyond the door of the tomb. In its mosaic floor I saw mourning not for what was lost only but for what never was,and … Continue reading
Stock
The tree had never dreamt to kill; that stuff, it thought, was for the birds,although it knew it, too, had grown rich on the sinew and marrow left at its feet by the hawks and the owls. Still, if anyone had thought to … Continue reading
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Anna in the sanctuary
Widowed, but not alone, shrouded in the living stone of temple prayers woven as a garment of grace haunting the holy place, sanctified and sanctifying the very air with praise. She would not follow them to Egypt, return with them … Continue reading
A prayer out of time
O God, take up this day, cradle it like the newborn thing that it is, turn it this way and see the pink sunrise, the bruise of clouds, the barely-lit night which to you is as bright as the day, … Continue reading
Mercy
filled with the power of the Spirit, the prophet found the place where it was written: good news to the poor, release to the captives,and recovery of sight to the blind, The Spirit of the Lord haslet the oppressed go free – as … Continue reading
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