The several dozen poems in this collection echo numerous Biblical Psalms, providing spiritual expressions for contemporary meditation and life. The inspirations for these poems are broadly selected from Abraham’s family, Kings David and Solomon, the Prophets, Jesus, and Epistle writers. For most of the universal emotions which make the 2500 year old praises so poignant, from cries of despondency to elation, there are expressions in this book to convey many yearnings to the ears of God. Topics, concepts, and language are current.

Beauty beckons us to seek her face To find in her both awe and grace

  It’s the coming together sometimes in not so wonderful ways sometimes with the cleansing power of justice like an ever rolling stream.

The picture, speaking of itself, not shaping something else we know; imagines mystery makes it glow beyond all earthly sight can show.

A new collection of poetry and prayer. Vosper once again gives expression to the beauty and complexity of life in ways that can touch and move us on many levels. Identifying our interconnectedness as a core principle of our common, human journey, Vosper plays with imagery and symbol, weaving us into a whole that lifts and ennobles us all.

Renowned essayist Tom Ehrich turns to poetry as a fresh form of expression. His work draws on daily life: a couple breaking up in a coffee shop, a grandchild sleeping, hearing a train whistle on the Kansas prairie. Ehrich looks for the central meaning of small events.

Like the falling of the leaves security in life lies in the process not in the fixed points. Without harvest there can be no seed time. Without death there can be no new life, no new beginning.

1. The fragrance of Spring lies not in judgement's intervention but in love's nurturing of the interior goodness. 2. Spring is not so much a moment as a movement, a manifestation of the sometimes hidden but always present life-force of God.

The flowering of summer is only eclipsed by the flowering of the human spirit. Flowering has no permanency - only the process remains. Indeed the flowering only exists for the continuation of the process.

Together we remember, we commemorate, the lives that were taken, the souls that were taken. They did not evaporate into air. They are with us still in the choice we make to remember, to hold up with love and honor those who died in two great glass towers, who represented the world and its connections, those who died at the Pentagon, those who died on Flight 93 in sacrifice that others might live.

Our Good is born in purity As we awaken, each short day This Good survives through struggles, Tackles fears Faces tests Within the loud affray

A gun took me from you, but not only a gun. Behind the gun burned hatred born of fear. Bullets took them from us, but not only bullets. Behind the bullets the smallness of fear-hate aspired to grandiosity.

Faith is the doctrine for happiness Love, a scripture of life; Service, our processional Peace, the eternal rite

We're all a product of nature -- the unfolding of creation Kept humble as we grapple to seek a divine explanation

On the surface, it seems that death is triumphant. It appears as though those who conspired to do evil have won.

Can this mind be at peace with the moon and the stars In my nights?

Something really bothers me Lord You said that we have to be like little children But I’ve just come from my sister’s house And my little nephew was there And he was having a right tantrum

Please resist me Because resistance brings evolution and you've resisted me consistently I thank you for your contribution I'm a happy man Your stupidity has made me strong I've developed wings, a thick skin and this here opposable thumb It holds my pen which loads my explodable tongue So without loading a gun I'm killing high quotas of unemotional...

God is a verb Living within you and me Fleshing our flesh Rejoicing our joy Crying our sorrow And empowering us to swim upstream.

A painter's easel stands before me as I rest quietly in a dream-like state of sleep Prompted to express my spiritual self with color and brush strokes of my choice

I see God in the instruments and the mechanisms that work reliably, more reliably than the limited sensory departments of the human mechanism.

Spiritual growth always happens most when we cross borders, in whatever form those borders take. God did not create borders. Humans did.

Eggs won't stick on my magic frying pans Spots won't grow on my wonder-creamed hands

Enter my hearing, Oh, silence Soften my sight with love Rid my thoughts of harshness Open my search for good

There once was an extraordinary young man born in Nazareth centuries before airplanes, cars, or computers but a man in many ways similar to you and I.

1. Without an overview of the Bible it is very easy to gain an erroneous impression of what the Bible is all about. 2. Look behind the words to the people.

A pale lump of moistened clay was sitting on the ground Amid the vastness of nature, God's creation all around Its undefined shape

Some leaves in winter dangle on Though wrinkled, fragile, old Stubborn leaves that flinch on empty trees Through cruel storms in damning cold

Nothing lasts forever in the same form.

Romance is only healthy within the context of our love for life, for the mystery, for the divine.