Tag: lectionary

  • Our Ascension

    Look up, Look upat the sun, the moon, the clouds that gather gas in massthe rain as it falls down the pane of glassdo we knowthat this too shall pass? This season of waitingof looking to the skyof calling to up highfor this hole that needs fillingas world hibernates and implodes in What is salvationwhen…

  • I AM the way

    This day, this seasonof leaves falling to the groundred on orange on browndeep down there is but a flickering flameof something I cannot name. So I keep tucked awaynot knowing what happens after todaytrying to keep warm.as winter slowly dawns. But the tears can’t stop fallingand I can’t stop callingfor help, for the wayin the…

  • Christ the King Prayer

    Oh Holy Mystery, The oneness who comes in forms of delicate twigsbirds’ limbsthe tadpolesthe octopusthe galaxy that swims. Help us see, too, the power, the kingdom, the righteousness of ChristNot hovering above or beyond but deep in bodiesbeneath and beside. Bodies of tiny thingsvibrations of stringssomewhere deep within. Help us know not by our minds…

  • United and Tied: A Tribute to Saint Francis

    You who lives and breathes in the heartbeat of a tired horse, in the flutter of a black-throated finch and in the deep dark eyes of a Tasmanian Devil. You who has no bounds, who neither lives far away and high above nor hidden in the complexities and competition of intellect and cognition. You who…

  • Lazarus’ Sores

    A response to Luke 16:19-31 It is never a bad time to call out the wealthy, the one percent, the winners in society but today, with Greta Thunberg and the rest of our restless prophets and activists standing up for our earth, it is particularly fitting to not only point our fingers at them but…

  • The Cycle of Change

    Withered, worn out and weatheredI wonder whether I can continue to stand on this dirt that feels more like sand.The fruit of abundancethat took months of patience and pruningnow lays decayingbeside the branches that have broken off from every deep frostor thrustof wind Will I ever win? Or is life less of a game and…