A Quick Idea

I’m always trying to think of ways to contact and minister to the inner city folk, without hosting Operation This-Time-We’re-Hip-Enough or whatever. What are we, after all, if we can’t help the worst off ones? It struck me that we might hold events in which Priests bless inner-city children. We could let mothers know that…

My Dear Patient Readers, I’ve finally got him off – Scottie has betaken himself to the south for two months and suddenly I’ve got time on my hands. Time that could be well spent in many ways, of course. I need to scour my appartment in preparation for the house blessing I haven’t signed up…

The Coarse and The Divine

Here, a filament too thin to be green stands up on a cane of slow silent water from under warm dirt. Here, under the sun, is a Radish Plant. Radishes are good with salt. I learned this kneeling at garden’s edge with my dad while a knife and a saltshaker lay in the grass. The sun was too warm, the air…

The Face of One Who Has Spoken With God

Everyone should go watch this video at Fr. Stephen’s blog. Just to know that there are people out there who do little but pray, people who actually achieve what the apostle commanded when he said “Pray without ceasing,” this video is worthwhile. But it is also full of gospel.

Legend of The Love-Talker

Another Folk Poem Lady, come over the ivory field Clad in cream linen and milkweed down Wait for me under the Cottonwood Trees Cradling your arms, the white in the brown I’ll come dance the dance of the flame-lipped lizard Salamandral, beasts’ own wizard, I’ll dance so solemn your face will bring flying Wind River, switches of…

First Trip to the Library

I have just discovered that by hitting ‘Enter’ while holding down the shift key I can start a line directly below my present line like this instead of double-spacing my paragraphs like WordPress normally does. This will be nice the next time I write a poem. *** “Libraries are just civilized. They are just a…