Or IS it a “sign” at all?
No Shovel Required
Snow falls and then melts
The Magi showed up / And revealed / Divinity
Sonnet XLI – Christmastide
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
Who would do /
This / On purpose?
In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome.
Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”
Unwrapping the Gift of Wenceslas
I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much.
On Advent – VII: Wait With Me
Sonnet XXXIX: On Advent – VI
I wait for joy. Again, this year, I wait.
On Advent – II: Evasive Peace
This week marks Peace; It still evades.
On Advent – I: Love Has Freed Us All
Life finds a way / Love finds a way / Amor nos omnes liberavit
“Admitting weakness makes us strong” A paradox for certain How can a “right” seem oh so wrong Revealed by open … More
Into the Gray – #SoCS
These days, anyone who says the Bible is “crystal clear” on anything beyond “God is love” is immediately suspect in my mind.
The Right Kind of Love
That’s it. That’s the poem.
…that soothing balm / For which / All our Sore Souls / Cry.
Hiding in the Pews
The author is uniquely qualified to bring his story to the table. Not only was he a “pew hider”, he was also a “pulpit hider”, and after a suicide attempt, he became an advocate for those struggling in the pews and a coach for the leaders of those churches who misunderstand, stigmatize, and ultimately bring harm to those in their care who suffer from mental illness.
This Thing Called Hope – Sonnet XXXIII
So pushing on, I live my Best Todays / And Trust Tomorrow’s Hope will Suit our Ways.
Some Missing Pieces Aren’t Meant to be Filled. – #SoCS
Here’s the truth: we’re all incomplete puzzles and will likely ALWAYS be incomplete, even if we finally get our shit together with healthy spirituality, quality therapy and/or the right medication. In fact, spirituality, therapy and meds just help us deal with the fact that we have missing pieces and (hopefully) stop us from trying to fill those holes with unhealthy actions, relationships, or substances.
knowing the nature of cycles is often all that moves us forward.
blue skies smiled
When clouds of witnesses surrounded, I used them to cover my flaws.