"When I had no temple I made My voice my temple. I have no priest, my tongue is my choir."–Robert Pinsky
“Tell me about the way We used to live.” A cross between philosopher And child, this one is. “Moral Geography it is, then,” He’d grumble back, “The pleasure of the sound of ice in the whiskey glass Before my father had a bad thing to say. The question of whose fault it is when the […]
Read More The Philosopher’s Bed Time Story“Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take” –Iron and Wine On my way to meet someone else in the Alzheimer’s ward I stumble upon two strangers (to me, at least. Perhaps they were strangers to one another an hour before; perhaps they will be strangers again in an hour). His […]
Read More A Full Second“I tell you life is sweet, in spite of the misery… There’s so much more. Be grateful” Even the good days in ministry can have their hard edges. Today was one of those days. Churches like the one I serve are one of the final places where a person can organically experience intergenerational community. We’re […]
Read More Even the Good Daysohgod I said stretching out my back with a sick pop while the whole world turned away from the screen While watching the midterm election results tonight, I stood up and my elbow (which I broke about 5 years ago). I was already thinking about the second part of the poem (not particularly original, given […]
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