Be out of words. Be through with the platitudes of polite society. Be in need of something holy. Return to a gathering place alone and fallow. Stand where contours of earth are traced by wind and light. Let the fire of hunger throw its fury into shadows while hands prepare a lavish meal in silence. […]
“In the respects in which the soul is unlike God, it is also unlike itself.” St. Bernard You were born a poet, slow to affiliations otherwise. You do not belong but to elements and instincts, just the basics, in a place, embodied, of a home and a small handful of people. You were familied, churched, […]
Walk out into the first world, exhale into the sphere that reckoned this random scattering of tall grass into the field. Be received. Hail the wild geese and wish the ducklings well. It is morning and the fitful dreams are rinsing out into the one reality within the seen things.
“Faith itself sometimes needs to be stripped of its social and historical encrustrations and returned to its first, churchless incarnation in the human heart.” Christian Wiman This day is for the breathing in and breathing out of solemn thoughts and steady prayer. This day is for the walking long and quiet on the trail […]
The peppered sky chimes in the key of swallows. Arcing northward from central america, dual citizens of the torn world, though native to the unity. Wonderful yet I find myself dispossessed of wonder. Like the birds, we all sleep under bridges of one kind or another. When the core competency of a culture is strategic […]
We two, on six brooding feet traversed the sandy trail, an earthen record of morning walks, strung along the ruins of an old forgotten campground. I could see children bursting out slappity screen doors free into the sun, fingers raking through the tall grass, laughter fading into green shadows. It left me vacant, alone with […]
Turn slow to the side that gets little of your mind. There, see! The silence has always been attending to your way. Pray to stand in the world, to see it all at once. Wheat in the barn, chaff in the wind, in each and all of us. Acquiesce to the edge of not knowing […]