This Advent I have been challenged in ways that I didn't see coming or at least haven't been bothered by much in the past.  I've taken to the practice of centering prayer and to contemplation informed by my natural surroundings. It's a been a beautiful blessing and one that I hope to keep growing in. With … Continue reading Bearing Fruits of Repentance In A Technological Adventide →

The call of advent To become like this bare tree across the way In its lifeless greyish brown   There are no leaves to cover its branches There are no birds to call it home Instead there's just a frame; a semblance of summer's glory   A clear message to me: strip down! Away with your beautiful leaves … Continue reading The Bare Tree →

In the gospel of Mark Jesus identifies himself as the Son of Man or more succinctly "the Human One" or "the Human Being".  Generally  speaking, it has been understood that the Markan Jesus is using this term in specific reference to the prophesy in Daniel 7 that "there came one like a son of man" … Continue reading Becoming Who We Are: Mark And Merton →

This late fall sun touches my soul The landscape being stripped of its life; immersed in the cold   The creatures of the backyard; my daughter's delight Have gone home now; away from the light   A Reminder!   What a great time this is to prepare To slow down and to become more aware … Continue reading Late Fall Sun →

Ego. It's wrapped up in this: the performance and the ceremonies Zechariah I am make the abstract concrete; speechless I am   "How shall I know this?" yes. my mind never stops always a question always a theological proposition to be solved   the voice of the one who cries for good reason he comes … Continue reading Zechariah I am →

the thoughts pervade, they are endless  the channels, they go to the hundreds  and the phone, the computer, the tablet  they give access to a plethoric black hole a voice cries out, “Prepare!” just one more email,  just one more like, just one more comment… there! I’m done! a voice cries out, “Prepare!” a thought … Continue reading Prepare →

"the centre cannot hold" emptiness pervades Jerusalem or D.C. a sense... "things ain't right" go out out there! away from here the traditions the abuse the hurt on the surface it seems so well another campaign another vision another slogan empty words empty people go out out there! he seems so different the hair the clothes … Continue reading “the centre cannot hold” →

a voice calls pierces through the fog where everything is where everything happens "Come Out!" the mountains of thoughts the ravines of darkness to a desert place an arid place only God to quench, to satisfy a voice calls "Come Out!" from your city from your mania from your control

be still... i am coming needless noise consumerist drivel pulling away be still... overstimulation who, what, where, when, why all day everyday go, go, go be still... it keeps going must produce, need worth it must be earned it can't be given be still... but the world passes by I must do something a tweet, … Continue reading Be Still In Advent →

A Poem for Christ the King Sunday based on Luke 23:33-43