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Holy Saturday: quiet as the grave

But did the very earth fall silent? Or was the drumbeat of falling rain, children of the waters of creation falling again, amplified by the rock roof, turning the storm into an orchestra of praise; what of susurrating ants, murmuring earthworms, galvanized by the hewing … Continue reading

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Silent prayer

Nothing is silent. The breath of God is not absent. The wheeze of trees in full leaf hefting their branches in dance. The sigh of waves that fall before they reach the shore. The call of an ant six whispery feet one side of a blade of grass. The sun raging with … Continue reading

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Unquiet centre

not the absence of sound but
footprints on the ceiling and
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The Lost City of Petra

Treasures In Petra, beyond fhe red sands and wild dogs beyond the edifice, extravagant ruins tombs and treasures of the dead beyond the colonnaded avenues beyond the steps worn smooth choreographed by Bedouin and pilgrim feet donkeys and tourists, each … Continue reading

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Faking It

I sit in silence as the base boards click and tick around my ankles, shaking out heat; across the room the fridge kicks in, humming to a rhythmic beat, chilling; I sit in the silence in between, lukewarm.

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Zechariah and the newborn

Today is the Feast of the Nativity of John the Baptist. According to the Gospel of Luke, when Gabriel (an archangel) announced to John’s father that his wife would conceive, Zechariah was doubtful, and Gabriel, as a sign that this … Continue reading

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Good Friday Liturgy

If your music can’t describe the agony without the temptation to temper it with sweetness, let it crash to the floor. If your canvas cannot portray the infinite end, the sightless abyss, the void, let it be empty. If your … Continue reading

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