If you have understood, then what you have understood is not God. St. Augustine I have come to know of a darker God. There are hours in the night when He is formless and void beyond all that is. Impersonal and elsewhere, He is the frightening spaciousness that swallows the universe whole. He is in stark […]
Lone coyote whispers through the shallow grasses that bind the ridge above to the creek below. The moon throws off the last of its refractions from the deep end of the indigo sky. This morning he is lost in the abundant daily question of life or death? He has no executive function impeding his drive […]
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 […]
“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 […]
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 […]
The unhusked seed will never live because it will not die.
This would be a day I read the skies and am rendered silent. This would be a day for walking long on shores of vast expanse. I have been the sort of man I fear would rise again in moments of resolve. When I see him on the street or in the pew or in […]
I am often found trancing in the death drop love dance of the hummingbird. The wee engorged upon the fragrance of yellow blossom, harbinger of a humble fruit for crimson or vermilion wine, for jellies, jams and pies, fine renderings though I am one with small patience for such craft. Inclined instead to take the […]