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Running out of water in the holy lands
A little Lenten story First in the north, between fruit trees and shade, it seemed it should be more difficult than this to die, except for the envy of avocadoes and apricots, hoarding the hidden streams of mercy for themselves; It made more sensein the south, where … Continue reading
Posted in holy days, lectionary reflection, poetry, prayer
Tagged Exodus 17:1-7, John 4:5-42, water, Year A Lent 3
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Born of water and the Spirit
I am not preaching this Sunday, and there was no little Lenten story/legend this morning, so consider this an offering to replace them both. ____________ You know, although it wasn’t recorded, that when God made Adam — dust of the … Continue reading
Posted in holy days, lectionary reflection, poetry, prayer, sermon preparation, story
Tagged Genesis 2:4-7, John 3:1-17, year a lent 2
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Things that do not exist
Taken out of context it reads like a ghost,
like the time I conjured up a cat
in the attic that leapt like a flame
and vanished along with its own shadow
when I was a child. Continue reading
Posted in holy days, poetry, prayer, story
Tagged ghost cat, ghost story, grief, Lent, memory, Romans 4:17, year a lent 2
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St David
A little Lenten legend A pigeon with a golden beak fed him from its overflowing crop words of grace like kisses that he might strew abroad with every penitential sigh the love of our sweet Saviour; his breath uncluttered by … Continue reading
Posted in holy days, poetry, prayer
Tagged grace, Life of St David, St David, st david's day, Welsh
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Stigmata?
A little Lenten story She found a strange bruise on one foot – stigmata, perhaps, if it spread? – but it soaked away in the bath instead, leaving an emptiness to blossom somewhere behind her left breast, unseen.
Shrove Tuesday
O God of branches and hosannas, forgive the dried state of last year’s palms; trampled by Holy Week and scant adoration, they have desiccated, as our hearts too often do, too. Kindle them, our hearts and our psalms, to fresh … Continue reading
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A psalm of lament
We turn to you, Compassionate One,
with your endless forbearance and infinite mercy, and pray that your patience will one day break;
because it seems some days that ours, our capacity for carnage, is everlasting. Continue reading
Posted in current events, gun violence, poetry, prayer
Tagged gun violence, lament, mass shooting, Michigan State, Psalm, school shooting
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(A conversion) not (of St Paul)
No lightning bolt nor sudden fall but the gentle tap-tap of mercy raining like hoofbeats like heartbeats over the umbrella of consciousness – Who are you? You sang, my pied piper;I was powerlessnot to follow; you led my soul astray, … Continue reading
Follow the star
But what if I have spent too long staring into space longing for a sign What if the mystery were here all along in the tall grass of childhood the stumbling steps of grief the sudden sharp discovery underfoot that all is not yet seen the … Continue reading
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Tagged Epiphany, Incarnation, Matthew 2:1-12, twelfth night
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The priest
Leave your prayers here with me, not because I can answer them – you and I know better – but to slip on like borrowed shoes before I cross the threshold