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Tag Archives: poetry
Flying dark with the bats, I send out prayers, trying to locate God by their echoes. Continue reading
Jesus does not want us less than whole. He does not want our bodies abused, nor for our relationships to become a prison or a torment. The instructions he gives us, time and again, are to love God and to love one another; anything more is hyperbole; anything less is parody. Continue reading
Faint stigmata of fingernails in palm-flesh, the careful unclenching of the jaw do not show, but You know, Anointed with anxiety in the Garden. If I lay end to end the moments I have spent, keys in hand, chanting, “okay, … Continue reading
God, whose womb broke the waters of chaos, gave birth to creation; whose breath stirred the earth, air for our words, spoken first in wonder, and want, our lungs newborn crying out of bewildered love. Prayer Writing Workshop – Diocese … Continue reading
Holy One, your creativity is infinite; our ability to respond to your expansive imagination is not. I do not think that you forget our frailty. Perhaps we forget that you have made us a little lower than the angels; another … Continue reading
They were not created on the first day. They are not light, nor dark; they live in bright shadows in between. They do not rise nor set; they were not created on the fourth day. They are not reputed to … Continue reading
Mary, the mother church, eking out milk to last the week; Monday morning, spent, she rests convalescent, quiet A void of another kind, Shakespeare’s tomb hastily built into Babel; who sees the stranger seeking sanctuary from its old iron face? St … Continue reading
The archangel had had a busy season. Nothing is heard of him for the greater part of the Bible, but now within six months he has visited Zechariah in the temple to announce the advent of John, who would become … Continue reading
How long, Lord, how long? The days are surely coming; God will not delay. How long, Lord, before justice rolls like a river? God will not delay. How long, Lord, how long? Pray without ceasing, knowing the days are coming….