Forty decades in the desert and we were worn down, weary from our weakness, despairing of doubt,catching past only in fragments like morning manna: a whiff of Egypt’s garlic, a vague floating thought of dangerslurking like crocodiles in the Nile.Some fragments heavied us with the burdens of their memories: water bursting angrily from rock,rebellions andContinue reading “Waiting 4: Miriam”
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Ash (Lent 1)
“The thick darkness where God was”
This is what must first be given to the painting, a harmonious warmth, an abyss into which the eye sinks, a voiceless germination… (Paul Cézanne) How often is he shown with those horns of light, as though his head were itself full of the brightest luminescence and two cracks, two holes had formed inside his skullContinue reading ““The thick darkness where God was””
Lent 19: Third Sunday of Lent
Meanwhile we clutch unflinching rock with closed fists, willing water with dusty souls, palms closed and eyes fixed groundward. Somehow our hearts lock over each passing grief and seal themselves around each rock as though our minds could read eternal. Continue reading “Lent 19: Third Sunday of Lent”
The Consolations of Writing 