A Blessing for Month 19
When loveFeels like the trenchesAnd the only way outIs through hell –And you have seen enough of hell,Thank-you-VERY-much –And giving upIs the onlyLessDesirable option – Breathe. Be heldBy whatever-the-fuck-in-Godde’s-nameHas carried you this far. And rest there.
I wash my own feet, And I think nothing of it – It is a mundane thing But it does make me wonder If radical love Need not be radical – It does make me think That the most radical way We can love another Is to love their mundane, Worship their everyday, Revere their…
Inspired by and dedicated to my beloved and brilliant friend, JeKaren, who always reminds me that joy and resilience are spiritual practices. “Fog lifts. We lift. We find what we are looking for with our hands if not our eyes. I think we have to keep asking ourselves where is the joy? JeKaren Olaoya Joy…
On Reopening and ‘The Least of These.’
Reopening and gathering in person is almost straightforward for vaccinated adults right now – we know, pretty much, at least, what we can do safely and where we need to take precautions. We’re exhausted by over a year of not knowing, moving goalposts, isolation, and stress. We’re ready for it to be over and finally!…
The priest says,“This is the body of Christ”And I watch, wide eyed,As my grandfatherHumbly accepts the offeringOn his tongue. I wonder what Jesus tastes like. The priestess says,“May you never thirst”And I humbly accept the wine,Transmuted intoThe water of the wombThat held Jesus ChristAnd I wonderAbout Christ’s body. I wonder about his sweat,The itching of…
After months of delightingEvery time I caught a glimpse ofThe family of cardinalsThat lives in my back yard,Blessing the branchesThat kiss my bedroom windowWith their songs,Dancing with the moonIn their flight,I put up a feederChosen and filledEspecially for them. I figuredI can spend my entire life waitingFor that which delights meOr I can call it…