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Serpent
Fashion your fear in all its detail. Make your sin shiny, sleek and dangerous. Fill its fangs with all the venom you can muster. Gaze upon it, and know that you are greater than the thing which you create. … Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, poetry
Tagged bronze, numbers 21: 4-7, poem, psalm 139, serpent, wilderness
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The slow fast
The slow fast ekes out each last bite of emptiness, hungry for desire.
Based on a true story
Wednesday’s child The pale girl carried a dark bruise so fresh I flinched, my breath drawn pity and a rush of outrage. I wanted to hold a cold hand to her brow. I wanted to grab her mother’s arm, demand … Continue reading
An untitled, unfinished poem for Transfiguration Sunday
One on the plain, with water and a dove falling from the mouth of God, feathers chalking words onto the sky, its beak a piercing kiss; one on the mountaintop between the cairns, with fiery Spirit, lightning bright and thundering love, hailing acclamation … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged baptism, dove, fire, Holy Spirit, Mark 1: 9-11, Mark 9: 2-9, mountaintop, Transfiguration
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Creating Love
Like a table spread in the desert, a sheet of sand, shifting, alive with irridesence, moving grain against grain, rubbed smooth by one another; like a table spread in the desert – an oasis for a parched mouth, ripe figs brush the … Continue reading
Communion
Moving discreetly, silent as the serifs, she slips between syllables a bright shadow falling unseen, all-seeing, breathing bread to life.
Snow
Icarus, trying to reach the sun flew too high; frozen, broken, fell.
Epiphany – a showing forth
What did they find amid the mess of humanity, dispersed, dislocated, de facto dispossessed by a collaborative cabal from within and without the wall; a mess of humanity birthed in the mire of the base realm which we inhabit – … Continue reading
Glory
And the cries of pain and exultation mingle with the newborn breath escaping into the air, into the world, and the sky echoes alleluia; glory to God; be at peace. So it ever was, and, even through our fear, … Continue reading
Friday, December 23rd: Speechless
From this evening’s Stations of the Nativity (St Andrew’s, Elyria, 5-6 pm – join us!), a poem for Zechariah after his visit from the angel: Speechless Tongue-tied and frozen, teeth on a knife-edge, overwhelmed and overcome; if he could have … Continue reading
Posted in advent meditations, poetry
Tagged St Andrew's Elyria, Stations of the Nativity, Zechariah
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