Tag Archives: creation

Break water

Breakwater before midnight; primal elements: dark water. Let light break. This dark water tastes wrong; unseasoned soup, it will not hold me up. I throw up my hands. Your thoughts are not my thoughts, there will be no meeting of … Continue reading

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Re-creation

in the beginning, when God began to create the heavens and the earth, all was formless and void, and the Spirit of God moved over the dark waters Suspended in salt water, albatross passes over; create me.

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Good

On the other side of nothing, the waters of the dark womb rage and writhe, resisting God, labouring the eternal void. On the other side of nothing, over the pitched waters, the breath of God hesistates; surfing the storm, hopeful … Continue reading

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Scary monsters at play

This may be irreligious, but… Have you ever had that person in your life (perhaps you are that person) who thought that it was funny to jump out from behind the sofa and yell “Boo!” at the climactic moment of … Continue reading

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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

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Year B Epiphany 5: Starry, starry night

A sermon for Epiphany 5 and Healing Eucharist at St Andrew’s Episcopal Church, Elyria, Ohio. Isaiah 40: 21-31; Psalm 147: 1-12; 1 Corinthians 9: 16-23; Mark 1: 29-39 Have you ever been in a really dark place before the dawn? … Continue reading

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When

In the beginning, you created time, moments given to live in. Our time’s not our own. Although you made us with all the time in the world, the little we find we keep tightly wound as though we make time for … Continue reading

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