Mid-Winter Equinox

  The moon was rising rapidly over the hills just east of town: a full, translucent moon, tinged the color of peach sherbet. She could still make it if she hurried. She sped up the steep hill toward the park, taking care not to ram into any oncoming cars on this aged, labyrinthine incline. She imagined…

For An Unborn Son

Head reeling, world spinning, waves crashing. Grief. You were a whisper– a shadow of what could have been. A seed–  beautiful, original, unseen. I rue the day we made you: the moments, enraptured; no hesitation or doubt. For now you are gone, and a piece of my heart– my joy–ripped out. What am I to think, or…

Obsequium – A Modern Psalm

Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not…

Small Perfections

I recently enjoyed dinner (breakfast at night…the best!) with a friend at her college campus apartment. The kitchen was cramped—as all proper dorms are—but full of the lives of the women who share meals from its meager resources. I was honored to be a part of that particular night’s festivities: crêpes with eggs, jam, parmigiano-reggiano,…

Eve’s Plight

Riddled with pain, ceaseless pain, unfair pain. Why must we suffer? Her words ring in her ears, a shell of bitterness exploding near her heart. To suffer: to endure pain or distress; to sustain loss or damage; to be subject to disability or handicap. First watching him unravel, then rehab, then food stamps, then the fighting—always silent…

Twenty-Seven

  Twenty-seven. Almost to the minute. I am sitting on a small dune in South Haven, Michigan surrounded by sea grass and finely pebbled sand. Looking out across the lake, my eyes are speckled with images of tiny sail boats and a long, lean boardwalk with a beautiful red lighthouse at its tip, warning sailors…

Where the Heart Is…

Flying out from Los Angeles yesterday afternoon—leaving beautiful, sunny, coastal weather—and entering into the snowy, sub-arctic tundra of Chicago has never felt more appealing. She has gone mad. I can hear all of you saying it now, and it makes me smile. Yes, Chicago in winter is brutal. Yes, I will probably be crying for your…

‘Mary Speaks’ by Madeleine L’Engle

O you who bear the pain of the whole earth, I bore you. O you whose tears give human tears their worth, I laughed with you. You, who, when your hem is touched, give power, I nourished you. Who turn the day to night in this dark hour, light comes from you. O you who…

Received

 Hearts;        bleeding,             beating,                  reeling, word speeding, meaning:            seeing is believing. I look, your eye meeting mine;                is this the thing?            the…

The Golden Wood

We were surrounded by a golden wood. Walking, gazing; in silence we took in the majestic landscape. What must it have been like to have experienced the Earth, before man tainted it? The trees surpassed our height by feet and feet, reaching toward the Heavens, reaching; for their Creator. Do the trees know God? Do…