And they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their cloaks on it, and he sat on it. 8 And many spread their cloaks on the road, and others spread leafy branches that they had cut from the fields. 9 And those who went before and those who followed were shouting, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the… Read More
Easter In The Time of Quarantine This is the strangest of Holy Weeks. My family and I spent Palm Sunday watching a live-stream service in our jammies, baking *terrible* communion bread, and playing Bible trivia on the tv. Holy-Week-in-the-time-of-Coronavirus demands a new rhythm, and it imparts a strange kind of spiritual loneliness. I sense it… Read More
In her debut collection of poetry, Laura Kauffman explores the space between love and loss. Compelled by the death of her grandmother, Kauffman embarks on a journey of discovery that leads her through the themes of history and heritage, age and dementia, and – ultimately – hope and healing. Beginning in the dirt, Kauffman… Read More
with artist Emily McQueen It Is Well 8×10 Poetry by Laura Kauffman and watercolor painting by Emily McQueen. Hand painted on 300 lb watercolor paper and typed on a 1920’s Underwood typewriter. Packed in a cello bag and shipped flat in a durable cardboard mailer. Available to order here.
Liturgy #2 from the Email Series We believe, O Creator, that when You shaped us in our inmost beings, You saw all You made and said it was good.
At Christmastime my playmates would concoct elaborate plans to catch old St. Nick in the act, and bust that jolly man.
rain and drought am i sunlit vale and shadowed glen all and none collide
Inspired by the 4am/4pm poems Rachel Welcher penned in her breathtaking collection, Two Funerals Then Easter. In her Lenten book club, she challenged us to write our own version of these poems. Here they are. 4PM At 4 pm, I ordered you and your school-day energy out of the door.
Written for one of my email subscribers, after she told me of the heartbreak of being bullied and watching her child go through the same thing. Most days, O Lord, I choose to believe the words you said in that earliest Garden
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Watch: it always comes right when you expect it least. The light slants, enchants; your spirit, wakening, hums and rouses the sleeping beast.