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Thaw
A little Lenten story, based on Psalm 104:29-30: When you hide your face, they are dismayed; when you take away their breath, they die and return to their dust.When you send forth your spirit, they are created; and you renew … Continue reading
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Tagged Lent, living water, Psalm 104:29-30, winter
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Thaw
Create in me a new heart, O God (Psalm 51:11a) Wind trills taughtly-anchored telegraph wires. A stave of birds compose an arpeggio, ready for flight. Hedges shrug off the gusts and hold the line, but Something is trying to stir … Continue reading
Falling
Precipitated by clever argument between gravity, ice, and the presumption of free will, bruised as creation, blue and green, concussed like goatskin stretched and pounding – the serpent, sliding snidely by, hisses something about pride, a fig leaf, and the … Continue reading
Winter prayer
Snow has fallen, slurring my footsteps, skewing my pathway to prayer. Only become as a child, you say: trade caution for the headlong hurtle; build snowmen, not as idols but monument to the meeting of flesh and raw air.
Consider hibernation
a sabbatical of sorts… Continue reading
Seasonal affair
The seagulls are returning from wherever it is that seagulls go when the lake, luminous lover, has frozen them out, but they seem chastened; they sound subdued, touch her gingerly, testing the waters.
It’s still cold
Water pipes slamming, cranking out icy fury: I know how they feel.
Seasonal
Dislocated daydreams: salt spray from a city street; unkept promises.
In the bleak midwinter
I would like, if it will, for time to freeze, stand still so that breath becomes redundant, superfluous steam in the empty air. The beauty of the snow falls on a bleak, not a meek heart, burning with cold fire … Continue reading
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Tagged cold, cold snap, polar vortex, seasonal affective disorder, winter
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