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.

How do we respond to difficult times? We turn to our spiritual practices. Here are some of our tried-and-true ones.

staying beneath the thoughts neither fighting them nor thinking them being at a deeper level

In the beginning is the Word W-O-R-D And the Word is with God And the Word is God And the Word is the bird That Jesus talked about

THEME: The Interplay Between the Inner and Outer Worlds. The Journey to the place where we once began

When prayers were words I felt like I was failing a sentence prayer exam.

For the freedom of the air that absorbs the smoke of hand-rolled cigs

For the mystery that enfolds us and blesses us, For the beauty that surrounds us and nourishes us,

I am told that God answers prayer. Always. But then a few caveats are added, meant to temper my expectation for a quick and positive response.

We are here to praise and enjoy God with body and soul, mind and heart, with song and word, with hands and feet. We are here to give because of the abundance God has given us, to share with each other, and to receive, because God has created us to depend on each other. We are here to celebrate the differences that otherwise might divide us: differences of age, of body, of culture, of opinion, of ability, of religious conviction. We are here to put things in perspective: to celebrate what matters, to laugh about things we take too seriously, to cry about things that truly touch our hearts. So may it be this morning: Amen!

Clearing lifetimes of Karma through my heart a portal of healing draws us into love beyond our fears of separation

A message in a bottle In an ocean swirled with trash Would there be someone to read it If the ecosystem crashed?

Full of God, full to birthing, Mary howls: head back, hair tossed, Hands skyward with joy That wrongs are about to be righted, Salvation's about to be sighted.

A candle is burning yellow near the rail of an altar In the church setting its flame will likely not falter

When we needed the outer form of a savior You were there for us. When our conscious mind matures we turn within rather than without

...a review by Jim Burklo of "We All Breathe" by Gretta Vosper

This light which bathes the world, pours from a source so close, so near and yet we cannot touch it or fence it in that it not be lost.

And for those of us who had or have fathers who were never really Dads, For those who have dreaded this day for as long as we can remember, For those who are reminded every year of what should have been, what could have been but hasn't.

Ho, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; and those who have no money, come, buy and eat!

We welcome you to this inclusive and universal Celebration of Light, on this Winter Solstice—the longest, darkest night of the year.  Since ancient times…this drama around the return of the actual physical light that sustains us…has served as the basis for myth and ritual—symbolizing perennial new life, the birth of Gods, and the center of Hope—throughout human history