A Litany for Changing Season

The air feels crisper this morning.  The sunlight shines at a different angle.  Change is in the air.    We feel the change not only on our skin, But in our souls.  Something is shifting. 

A Poem on the Eve of Lent

God’s beloved dust, fabric of the universe— of planets newly discovered and ruins ancient, broken and us. God’s beloved dust, we’ll walk into wilderness on a Wednesday— a wilderness of words and want and wonder, a wilderness for the wise and the weary. God’s beloved dust, ushered from pew to pastor, they will pause. Eyes […]