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Unseasonable
On a bridge, blue hat; on a log, red glove; breaking winter, discarded
Posted in haiku, poetry
Tagged Cleveland Metroparks, climate change, North Chagrin Reservation
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Postscript
… I mentioned in last night’s homily that the fate and faith of the Dorchester chaplains brought to my mind the musicians of the Titanic, and their own cords of friendship. Grave A hair’s breadth from panic, taut, trembling disguised … Continue reading
Birth Mother
God, whose womb broke the waters of chaos, gave birth to creation; whose breath stirred the earth, air for our words, spoken first in wonder, and want, our lungs newborn crying out of bewildered love. Prayer Writing Workshop – Diocese … Continue reading
Aging gracelessly
Young men walk like ducks any more (she thinks), sprawling from side to side, feet splayed wide, taking space that should, by rights, be mine; she hears herself, shrill in her own mind’s ear. A softer woman would see (she … Continue reading
Consequences
If you are looking for a reasoned response to the week’s news out of the Anglican Primates’ “gathering,” I would point you towards my colleagues at the Episcopal Cafe, our Presiding Bishop, Michael Curry, and my own Diocesan Bishop, Mark … Continue reading
Driven to distraction
Riding shotgun in my mother’s car. It is early morning, rush hour. No one knows which way to go; our hold on the road is tenuous, seeking gaps between predatory traffic. Medications everywhere; bottles, sachets, paper patient info leaflets sprawl … Continue reading
Today or tomorrow
Come now, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go to such & such a town and spend a year there, doing business & making money.’ Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your … Continue reading
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Tagged Daily Office, James 4, new year resolutions, New Year's Eve, Tamir Rice
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Child sacrifice
Twelve: the end of childhood for a young black male. Thirteen months to discover there is no injustice that we cannot render reasonable by the fiat of our fear. Rewind. Twelve: the age of incarnation lost in the city, left … Continue reading
My kingdom is not of this world
A pre-Advent poem for Christ the King The flag I did not come with fire and flood, but with tender fingertips, in flesh and squalling hunger biting through your resignation, splitting hearts and breaking glory down into its humblest parts, … Continue reading
Joan
She will not lay down ’til besetting rage, undone, stoops to kiss the dead.
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