Meditation on God is Love. How many times have we heard the word “love” being used to define that which is ultimately indefinable? I suppose it is because that’s the only word that can even bring us close to grasping the ungraspable.

On a stony trail through the Sinai wastes
A little family headed south
Father, mother, little babe
A burdened donkey, head drooped down

Christmas trees and tinsel
Yule logs and holly
Turkey and Christmas pudding

May you be gifts to those you see
Better than presents under a tree

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.