Silence isn’t always golden. Sometimes it’s leaden— laden with the weight of heavy hearts. Sometimes it’s toxic— spiked with the poison punch of bitter hatred. And sometimes silence is dark— haunted by the glare of unseen eyes— like the cave where Elijah tried to hide, only to be found by the silence. But whatever else … More Silence Isn’t Always Golden
(A sonnet of darkness) Alone by fading light of the gathering storm, I sit and watch the fire’s flickering light, but shadows cloud my vision on this night and drive away the things that keep me warm. Outside the wind is howling at the moon, and I sit shivering deep inside my soul. The moonless … More The Gathering Storm
O God, our Good Shepherd,
Stir up your might and come to save us!
Restore us, O God;
let your love-light shine on us,
so that we may be saved … More Psalm for the Vinedresser
We’re in the middle of Advent…
but it feels
like Good Friday has broken in:
O Come,
O Come now, Emanuel … More Advent Lament
Yesterday morning I looked
into the eyes of my brown immigrant brother
and saw my own reflection … More We Are All One
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