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Spirit and flesh

Such contortions of the flesh, bearing down in humility before the Spirit, pregnant with the weight of glory, groaning as a child sighs in the dark, sideways, furled in on itself, dreaming the impossible

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Fishing

Poised on the deck, line in hand, she casts her bread upon the waters and waits. Under the bridge, birds echo and argue. The river runs fast, but time has slowed down, still water running deep. I match my morning … Continue reading

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A prayer for the next day

This was published July 5th on the Episcopal Cafe. The previous day, I had visited with my new friends: a refugee family from the Congo living in Cleveland. “There will be fireworks,” I told them. “Oh no!” The parents exchanged … Continue reading

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Sunday at Collegeville

Sunday morning, starting slowly; Abbey bells blocked by insomniac dreams. After three days of rising – psalms at dawn in the abbey church- this morning is for the tomb,  wrapped in winding sheets, the womb of sleep. But the breath … Continue reading

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The Sparrow

For the sparrows that feature in this week’s gospel reading. This poem was first published by the Collegeville Institute’s Bearings. Coincidentally, today I fly to Collegeville. I Sparrow is packing heat. He has taken up residence atop a propane burner … Continue reading

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Holy Comforter

Do not be alarmed by her unpredictability. She knows what she is doing. She speaks your language. She knows your name. Continue reading

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Sunday morning

It’s Sunday morning. I had thought maybe of retracing my steps to my childhood church, twenty miles away; but the moment passed. I will stay in the village. In fact, I am locked in my father’s house; he may or … Continue reading

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