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Things that I struggle with
Things that I struggle with, in no particular order: Unscrewing the lid from a new jar of pickles. Unravelling tangled yarn chewed by the cat. Understanding the holy mystery of the empty tomb. Untying the umbilical cords that bind us … Continue reading
Aflame
Aflame with a passion which has yet to be quite requited, reaching out tongues of everlasting fire to melt the perennially hard-hearted with the patience of Time itself, burning with love, yet unconsumed.
Posted in lectionary reflection, poetry
Tagged Burning bush, Exodus 3:1-15, love, passion, Year C Lent 2
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Valentine’s Day
A poem from a couple of years ago, when the only time in the day that I saw my husband was as our cars passed on opposite sides of the highway’s central divide. This year, he’s out of state. Oh … Continue reading
Spiritual warfare: a sonnet with apologies to Hamlet
The “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune” have nothing on the armour-piercing fury of a bullet tipped with wormwood gall; no arbitrary missile this, but launched from beyond the earth; underworld to surface borne on wings of fire, brimstone burning, … Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, poetry
Tagged demons, hamlet, Mark 9:29, outrageous fortune, prayer, Sonnet, spiritual warfare, wormwood
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Seven below
One from the archives for a chilly day This morning, on the school run, even the sun did not want to rise, lounging fatly in the treetops, red and round, heavily globular, a frozen popsicle on a bare tree stick. … Continue reading
Waving goodbye
Whenever we left she wept, never knowing which time would be the last. (Sometimes, poetry is simply laying the ghosts out in the daylight.)
In bodily form
When our bodies betray us, let us down, we berate them, hesitate to call them holy, when, after all, they are the sacrament of God’s creative genius, each featherlight touch a reminder of the love that engendered our creation, redemption, … Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, poetry, sermon preparation
Tagged baptism, holy bodies, Holy Spirit, Incarnation, Luke 3:21-22, Sacrament, Year C Epiphany 1
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Following
The brightness beckoning, reckoning light years away, in the beginning, there was a star which now calls them from afar to follow, stumbling in the daytime, in the forests, fog-filled valleys, rallying with breathless joy on the mountaintop where all … Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, poetry
Tagged Epiphany, kings, magi, star, three wise men, Year C Epiphany
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Holy Innocents
The hard historical evidence for the massacre of the innocents of Bethlehem may be sketchy, thank God, yet the meme pervades our culture, from Moses to Jesus; even though we can barely comprehend the idea, we admit it to our … Continue reading
Posted in meditation, poetry
Tagged God, haiku, Herod, Holy Innocents, life, massacre, names
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Christmas haiku
Christmas Day When we pray to a newborn baby, naked, poor whom angels adore