Today, if you hear his voice

Aggrilacious odor (Greek and Latin concur) Of earth-goddess veins; “Petrichor” numbered and named by Joy (Isabel, “pledged to Yah”), With Homer riding high (Homer, also “pledge”), Receiving tribute From Richard’s study wall (rīk-hardu, “king strong”).   The lengths we have gone To know and name all we know; To reign like so many Richards Over…

In secret woods, tucked between business parks,The fireflies wake early for their eveningDance, which today begins at noon. The sparksOf yellow-green presaging the lightningWhich gathers above my deepening shade.And I contemplate the early leaving Which severe weather on my way has made–Storms of words which would make clocks deceiving,Calendars fly forward years in a score;Erasing…

Ambition With No DesireFor Sir Gibbie“Ambition is but the evil shadow of aspiration.” George MacDonald Ambition with no desire,Striving but never wanting,Getting without any receiving—Houses built on sand. And the sky is full with threatOf rain—of trembling sheets of rain. Master Mason, give meBetter materials for this home:Aspiration’s holy fire,Worthy work for worthy hands,My self…

Holy Week Sonnet Number 6 Not many anymore have had to liftA body. This sacred duty residesIn institutions staffed by those on shift.When loved ones die, we call, and stand aside,And others feel their weight. We have our own,In head and heart, the pain is very hard.We feel, but rarely in our limbs and bones;And…

Holy Week Sonnet Number 5 from Jesus, to you and me “I have desired this moment eagerly,And here, at last, we are together, friends.Please share my table; please come eat with me;It is the last of our beginning’s end,Until it’s finished I will not partakeOf food, or drink, or any comfort’s kind.My ends lie far…

Ripeness means letting go. The hard fruit hangs on. It’s from the weakness the sweetness flows — God rolls his fruit on the lawn.

This book smells like someone else’s house,Has an inscription written to someone else,Notes scrawled in the pages, Which are hard to decipher.But the book is mine now It’s for meIn a second way. It was pillowcases at my sleepoversThat first made me feel this– This other kindOf belonging,Not the one I was born with–One I…

The day I learned the roaming range of squirrelsMy life grew large with neighbors small and gray,Who know as no one else I know each burlAnd branch that grows a few miles from their dray.Said dray these made inside a hole in frontOf my brick house. Right here in my yard’s tree,Whose name I do…

A man closed eyes around the sound that sungDownstairs to an untidy living room;And knew just then, with his heartstrings unstrung,That one day too soon he would need to exhumeThis memory. And one single-note thread,Sung by grief and joy, would surface this song:The chattering roar of going to bed;Two boys, giddy with sleep, playing strong.…

Here is some inspiration for you as you relish the quiet this weekend. I hope you have some. The Sudden Silences  The moment when the starlings start to fly A sudden hush fills ears to empty brims, As trees spill noisy swarms into the sky, Now silenced by their million-feathered wind.  The moment when you surface from the…

Two weeks ago, on my last Sunday with Circle of Hope as pastor, the congregation organized some time for storytelling and blessing to send my family off with love. Thanks to Rob Lairmore, especially, for organizing. Dani Vazquez told a story about our time together at the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore in July of…

January is a great time for sunrise observation. Here’s a reflection after another beauty today. Light Comes Lateby Ben White Light comes lateThrough impossible branchesOf lake lining,Horizon heavingCanopy Naked in winter.Jagged shapesAnd unimaginable lines,Stranger than you could thinkTo design Scrawled against the sky.Back-lit byGray-blue brighteningToward orangeOr maybe pink – You never know by now.Dawn comesIn…