Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
Category: Kindness
This is How Love Is
For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
Grasps Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
No Shovel Required
Snow falls and then melts
Fractured Faces
Safe
in our certain
Somethingness…
Obscured
I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And … More
Then I Will Bring a Boat
It seems my friends have Sorrows fit to Drown;
They’ve just enough Pure Joy to stay Afloat.
and.
This is how it will always be.
Sonnet XLI – Christmastide
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
Don’t Yuck Someone Else’s Yum – #SoCS
You don’t have to like it; you don’t have to eat it. I will.
Then What?
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.
Sonnet XL: Refocusing
The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.
Sonnet XXXIX: On Advent – VI
I wait for joy. Again, this year, I wait.
On Advent – IV: Displaced Darkness?
Last night / We watched the candles / Lighted
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
awash in truer song – Sonnett XXXIX
My yonder wild still calls, don’t get me wrong; some days its Sirens all that fill my ears.
Somehow Sustained
“Admitting weakness makes us strong” A paradox for certain How can a “right” seem oh so wrong Revealed by open … More
Insides Out
I want to live with Insides Out / Is ever too much Out in doubt?
I’ve fallen for myself
And in this place / of perfect / prostration, / I discover Love / in abundance / for all.