I sensed a rush of wings above, a sudden river flowed in skyward waves, a twisting spiral random convergence leading itself centerless, to inspire it’s own innovations and my silence. First, of the crunchy growl of boots on hardening snow, then breath held for the sake of listening, then mind entrancing in it’s parallel flight with this […]
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All of everything is a great wheel turning, vast, of all galaxies, all universes, of which ours is most certainly small. Human time is the flick of a finch feather and our inhabitance will keep as long as we care for it, no longer. There is only one requirement, that is, to roll inside the […]
My hands are worn of work, and holding an aching memory of yesterday’s efforts to plant a tree that will live five hundred years. I was thinking it would be eleven or twelve generations from now, a child homegrown of my roots might look to see some splendid legacy still yearning into earth, still reaching […]
“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 […]
Two seemingly conscious people set their eyes upon the thistle. One sees the weed, one sees the universe. Therein lies the great divide. Someone must speak for the banished and the shunned, the wounded and the wary. Someone must pray the wolves across the ice bridge to Minong. Someone must speak for the part of the […]
James Scott Smith 