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The Winds
The winds of changeblow hard,relentlessly.Our ship pitches and yaws,sliding up and over the swells,the anchor clawing at the bottom,desperate to hold,to lock us in place. What if,instead,we hoist the anchor,unfurl the sailsand allow this unsettling galeto drive us onward? Text… Continue reading
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That for Which I Long
With every bone, muscle and nerve of this body,I long for God. I ache. Before, above, beyond, beneath– sacred mist, eternal fog, holy haze, the Known, the Unknown, the Unknowable– I want… Continue reading
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The Saints
I read the lives of the saints.I ask, "What do I do with this knowledge–this sacrifice,this willingness to suffer for the sake of others,to release all for a leap into the unknown?" And the answer comes to me,"It's not what… Continue reading
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Please Stand Clear
"Please stand clear of the doors,"intones the recorded voice."You are delaying the departure of this train." Oh, yea?Well, maybe I'm not ready for departure…Maybe I like this momentbetween what I'm leavingand what lies ahead…Maybe the journey wasn't my idea…Maybe I… Continue reading
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Rationality
"I don't believe in ghosts, you see,but only rationality–for every bell, a well-blown whistle,never down without its thistle." "But what of things untouched, unheard, unseen, unmetered, just inferred? The hair that lifts along the nape when flames of candles shift their… Continue reading
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Imagination
Within each of usa piece of the Divine burnsthat many–including in the church–would like to reduce to ashes;I speak of the imagination. Let us grace it with a capital "I":"Imagination." Here is God untamed, unscripted,unfettered, untethered–God allowed to be God,no… Continue reading
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The Train at Night
Listen for me.I wail and warn:"Out of my way."I'm barreling through your town,shaking the beds of your drowsing children,filling their dreams with images of escapethrough black, mysterious fields to unfamiliar towns.My Doppler siren invites them to risk themselveson the rails… Continue reading