Advent Song
this advent i need a woman’s space.
a dark space.
a silent space.
somehow i’ve got to find my way
back to the womb of my own life.
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Category Archives: Scribblings
advent
while the wars rage on i light the pink candle
beauty
the purple cone flower poking through a bed of basil stands as a bold rebuke to a world that loves war. Read more [...]
breakfast with Jesus
another charcoal fire
this time on a misty-morning beach –
where fresh bread and fish are grill slapped
by Jesus waving tongs like a crazy Greek grandma. Read more [...]
a daisy for rita mary
sacramental
at night she dreams of angels and
of boys who bring her flowers Read more [...]
The Power of Our Hands
Our hands, dear sisters, have more power than we know. Read more [...]
st.julia
but Jesus! how I saw him there!
laughing with the ladies of the euchre table
over an inadvertent trick.
lighting their smokes
whispering words too wild for my white ears. Read more [...]
garbage day
they laugh at him
and say he’s nuts.
i think they call him Jesus. Read more [...]