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.
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 my dear friend and extraordinary artist, D Whigham THE POTTER The wheel spins. She throws heavy clay, imagining. Her hands move quickly, forming the moments of life for the fire and the flame.
In the monotony of our snowy February, I received a poetry prompt: write about first love. In spite of the looming holiday, I was quite unsentimental. Until, that is, I watched the birds outside my dining room window, who sacrificed themselves for the chance of wild flight. Here is a eulogy for the wild winged… Read More