Kneading Dough

The smell of bread baking wafts, stills her light as she enters bouncing, screen door clanging.               Show me, Grandma. I want to know. For the next batch, she is held firm between warm embrace and floured dough upon tan table. She’s stunned by the flowing union of grandma’sContinue reading “Kneading Dough”

Easter haikus

                    the ice drifted out fish, otter, loons released lake ripples broadly green gradually overcomes brown         building up diversity’s wisdom awoke, rising, bold every budding leaf shows how justice demands change love is feeding others love is breakfast on the beach loveContinue reading “Easter haikus”

Love and ashes

our bodies make lines and our hearts beat repent, repent make us more honest in forty days conversion time prepare us, Mystery, for an eternity with you, true Love create in us clean hearts draw us closer– Love, we are yours You are our heartbeat You are our way help us fast, pray lines ofContinue reading “Love and ashes”

When disaster strikes, God remains

So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love. ~ 1 Corinthians 13:13   The two narratives twist together when the waters churn and the fears rise, when the winds blow and doubts intensify, when the flames destroy and homes burn to ash. Every surrender surfaces acts of courage and love.Continue reading “When disaster strikes, God remains”

Compass

i’d like a compass with you at the north and my sisters in the west   i’ll keep it in my pocket and take it out for direction when i can’t remember the skin i’m in or the rhythm of my own song   to the south are the mountains, pink rhododendrons and sweet teaContinue reading “Compass”

Marked

 Most days, our schedules are clogged with avoidance: We’d rather ignore the inevitable smudge of human decay.   This morning though, Ash Wednesday, we step into lines and confront the truth of pain.   We allow strangers to mark us with a message of paradox.   Remember, you are dust. To dust you will return.Continue reading “Marked”

This complicated, imperfect world: a poem

    This is a complicated world,            but not for the sake of trying. How do we respond?  What is it that I have done?            Have I tried to lay in the long grass,            to wake early and see my breath? When did I last wait to hear, Not answer, not voice,Continue reading “This complicated, imperfect world: a poem”

Black cloth

Red broth, steaming soup, vegetables just picked, now my lunch; I slurp life in. Phone rings Sister Laura on the line, “Sister Rita is dying. I’ll put the phone to her ear. Say what you’d like. She can’t talk, won’t respond. Say your good-bye.” A pause. My lungs expand, mind races, I search my heartContinue reading “Black cloth”

Hearts wide open: in the sky, on earth

Happy Feast of St. Clare! The following prose-poetry is dedicated to her. This past Monday I drove north, from Kansas City to La Crosse, through lush fields of green growing up towards the sky. As I moved, my eyes focused on the constant road. It was an all-day drive after a two-month pilgrimage of study,Continue reading “Hearts wide open: in the sky, on earth”

Ordinary mystery

Now we are in ordinary time. Alleluia for the sunset each day. Alleluia for sniffing wilted lilac blossoms. Alleluia for pauses in the rushed, packed scheduled life. Christ comes to us is the cracks of our life, in the common mystery: Slicing orange cheddar for a quick snack, the sweetness of a fresh mandarin, theContinue reading “Ordinary mystery”