Category Archives: prayer

Angel

Posted on September 28, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

Hide stretched taut, a little frayed at the edges – homage to the fantasy of feathers – humming as the updraft plays its song of praise to the author of breath;                         you have become  an instrument of glory, the terrible call and echoing, empty response, symphony on skins full of … Continue reading →

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The Call of Matthew

Posted on September 21, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

If you were to write a gospel, what would you include? What might you leave out?   Would you slide in a cameo of the time that Jesus, passing through your toll booth, caught your eye, mouthed, “Follow me”?   … Continue reading →

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Did Jesus dream?

Posted on August 31, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

Did Jesus dream? Were his dreams oracular, spectular, unconsciously omniscient, encompassing future and past, nebulae and black holes? Were there days when night hung from his shoulders, unlight, leaden remnants of memory or premonition? Did Jesus delight in the absurdity of dreamscape? Was he … Continue reading →

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Things I made this week*

Posted on August 26, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

BreadA dressCommunionA poemGoat milk vanilla bean ice creamA discovery: the cats adore goats’ milkLoveA sermonA cross out of dismantled gunmetalA deal with the lake, God, and the skythat if they will endurea little longer so will I *some details may … Continue reading →

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Lost in prayer

Posted on August 10, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

Sometimes when I pray the words scurry by like ants I watch their silent progress unregistered on the kitchen scale undulating in their trail unnoticed until they become a swarm indistinguishable one from the next  Sometimes there is one you see that carries five thousand times its weight … Continue reading →

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Where your treasure is

Posted on August 4, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

This upcoming Sunday’s Gospel reading includes Jesus’ aphorism: “Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” (Luke 12:34 and parallels). Last week, looking for something I have already forgotten, I found at the back of my bedside drawer the name tag of my grandmother’s dog, which I have apparently and largely unknowingly kept for some forty years; hence this poem. Continue reading →

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Heron

Posted on July 21, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

The heron is back. No doubtit is not the same one as before.This heron is taller, leaner,fixes me with a bolder eye. No doubtthe old one is buried beneath the surface of shared memory, guiding this newcometo fertile fishing grounds. No doubt“One day … Continue reading →

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At the intersection, revisited

Posted on July 10, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

Listening to this morning’s Gospel of the parable of the Good Samaritan, envisioning the steep and scary road from Jerusalem down to Jericho, I was moved to revisit also the intersection referenced in yesterday’s prayer poem, to seek hope in the mercy that Jesus related. Where is our mercy? Where is our hope? Continue reading →

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At the intersection

Posted on July 9, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

At the intersection of futility and ragehangs a monument to discord,its anthem the harsh horn punctuatedby arguments, epithets, and gunshots.It is not rooted in earth or tarmac,not rendered in stone or broken glass.You will breathe it unknowing in air hung … Continue reading →

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#GunstoGardens

Posted on June 29, 2022 by Rosalind C Hughes

Pistols into ploughshares Starve a fever, feed cold steel barrels into the forge Beneath scorched earth cool claythe kiln at earth’s core;creation’s heart of stone Beneath the concrete floorreverb of the hammer starts a rumour – revolution, evolution, healing – over the anvil, fever … Continue reading →

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