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Poems from a Silent Retreat, Aotearoa / New Zealand

Erice Fairbrother writes that leading a silent retreat over the last couple weeks gave her an opportunity for much writing of poems. Compline Those that lie here Beneath these crosses do not lie;   This green, tended place marks the … Continue reading

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Benediction for a Women’s Poetry Group

May you drink the cup of hope, feel your pulse … not to speak of God’s beat hear the words that will be silent until you stand up to speak them yourself. May all your women tell you to write … Continue reading

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Heartspeak by Todd Jenkins

Glad to share another one of Todd Jenkins beautiful poems. I find the words uniquely interesting having recently come through surgery and certainly remembering well coming through grief and how I can feel a tangible difference between one person and … Continue reading

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A week before the knee replacement – Improv on Philippians 2:5-11

It’s been a long time since this knee could bend at the name of Jesus, or anything else – the challenge to clamber over rocks on a hillside hiking with teenagers in spite of their playlists and texts, the sharp … 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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St. Mark, journalist

(As we draw near to the end of the Revised Common Lectionary year) The rush of words before they Petered out, scribbling, scribing jumbled stories — healing after healing, fishnet and parable, storm-stilling, tomb-roaming, bread-basket counting, sabbath-whistling, “who do you … Continue reading

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Praying hands

I have prayers on my hands – one hand is Syria and the other is heroin. I wake up in the morning and look at my hands, left and right, hoping I will not see — the Syrian child standing … Continue reading

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