Monthly Archives: January 2016

Balm in Gilead — a song for Martin Luther King Jr morning

Based on the spiritual … based on Jeremiah … based on hope … There is a balm in Gilead to heal and to console. There is a blessed community that loves until it’s whole. Black lives hang in the balance … Continue reading

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Let the season of Epiphany shine!

Not just a day, but a season. Yes, some of us are back in Ordinary time and green hangings, but the light of revelation is an ongoing blessing in these prayers by Catherine Smith. they were a wonderful gift to … Continue reading

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Reflection on John 2

Of course, marriage is a miracle. like every tender, trusting, tricky relationship between people It’s a miracle, given the stress from wedding planner to dementia, that we ever hold on to love or respect or the ability to cope with … Continue reading

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Litany of prayer for the heroin epidemic

Recently on Mondays, when I publish my own work, I have been sharing a lot of poetry and not much liturgy. This is written for a community service with a panel of people sharing information about the heroin epidemic followed … Continue reading

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End of Christmastide with a prayer from India

For more than twenty-five years I have known Savithri Devanesen, founder and sustainer of Roofs for the Roofless in Kilpauk, Chennai India and every year she has sent a Christmas poem a practice she took over from her husband Chandran … Continue reading

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I’ll keep it there, epiphany reflection

The glass magi is separated from the other figures of the crèche — as magi always are by time and by their origin as strangers, perhaps language, a head cloth, deep wrinkles around the eyes from looking so long into … Continue reading

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Monday’s child

I never read aloud the childhood fortune-telling rhyme because both my children were born on a Wednesday. and it seemed unfair, so random. Profiling always is. Just like that – black American teenager, downstairs neighbor, or young woman who is … Continue reading

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