this is for you

this is also for the people who wake early to watch flowers bloom
who notice the moon at noon on a day when the world
has slapped them in the face with its lack of light
for the mothers who feed their children first
and thirst for nothing when they’re full

May we be enraptured
By overshadowing Love;
May our souls magnify the Lord
Through our widening eyes,

I am what comes before sand and sandstone
Chickens and eggs.
I am the unproven truth
On which all proofs depend.

Advent comes again
time for watching and waiting
fill your days with hope

My soul sings in gratitude.

I’m dancing in the mystery of God.

The light of the Holy One is within me

and I am blessed, so truly blessed.

Slightly religious, God without boundaries, wanderer, traveller, ragged, unwell, vulnerable vagabond, needing a comforter, surfing the cosmos while riding the swell. Lover unlimited, hanging on providence, trusting the whim and the will of the crowd; twisting and …

English and Spanish verses of the song traditionally sung as Joseph and Mary search for shelter.

On December 12, 1531, on a hill where the goddess Tonantzin had been worshipped before the Spanish conquest of Mexico, the Virgin Mary appeared to an Indian peasant named Juan Diego. This dark-skinned apparition became known as the Virgin of Guadalupe.

When one comes in a never-uttered name
God wins the glory for all that is done:
It’s in hoping for what cannot be claimed
That every inch of justice is won.

I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong.

God gives
opportunities
but not forever.

We look to experience the unknowable Power,
The Power behind the world of knowable things.

Wandering, I stumbled upon my purpose,
Adrift, I made port,
Unbidden, love arrived,
Asleep, I learned my lesson,
In silence, notes danced across my score,
Dreaming, my problems solved themselves.

This poem results from my week of intense conversations with friends and students about the nature of life, death, and grief.

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known…

This beautiful liturgy book includes prayers and reflections for general nurture as well as prayers directed to special liturgical events like Baptism, Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Mountain-shaped silhouettes
Mark the the tall pale stalk
Of a spent yucca:
Are these its last lines of praise
For the land where it stands?

“I’m worth as much as you,”    while true, Yearns upward much as Eve’s son Cain;    and vainforever proves such self-promotion.