Monday, January 22, 2018

Just when...

Just when we thought we might be set for a real winter this year, January relents and tosses us a calm, sunny, sixties kind of day, with a sky so deep and bright you could taste it on your tongue. It tasted a bit like I remember Bruce Robert Holt's peach brandy tasting - only lighter.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

In such a time...

Such a rootless and uncompassed time as ours requires a fearless and feral faith. Religion tamed to serve money and power and privilege won't do. We must pray for a rewilding of the Church.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Night walkers...


Some step so light, they scarcely show,
and some sink down to earth below,

Some wander near, though others go,
some travel fast, while some move slow;

They pass unseen, yet we may know
them by their traces in the snow.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Tiny house...

 Home’s our favorite place to be,
Where there’s just room for you and me,
We always treat each other right
For there’s no space for us to fight,
A place to read, a place to talk,
A door, in case we need a walk,
A little table just our size,
We wouldn’t have it otherwise,
A tiny stove to cook and heat,
A cozy bed we fold up neat
into it's little nook to keep
Until we lay it out to sleep, 
We’ve barely room for needful things, 
But wouldn’t trade our life with kings 
Who've servants at their beck and call 
To fetch things they don’t need at all.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

To the Main Muse...

Snow sifted down through dark of night,
Startled us at morning light,
We drank our coffee, looked around
at ghostly trees and untracked ground,
Snow kept on falling right ‘til noon,
When it had ceased, sun followed soon,
Clouds lifted, parted, then gave way
And blue skies claimed our winter day;
My dream last night had all come true,
I spent these unbound hours with you.