Crimson

Autumn is of letting go, returning to the ground in slow surrender. We rise, then fall, once green, now crimson, pouring out to earth like the blood of the covenant. We wonder most in autumn if there is something beyond everything. Hold on as long as strength allows to flare into the charis wheel of burning […]

Wildflowers

The wildflowers are striving into October as sunlight conspires with the hidden in dark places. Those un-wild, once potted, are drying atop the compost pile. I was out walking in the immediate and peculiar. I sensed within me a labyrinth unraveling, loosened out into a vast realm of the new earth. I said to the […]

On Whom to Invite to the Feast

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. […]

You Were Born a Poet

“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, […]