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Haiku, Japanese Garden

The shrine within me. Dew on the blades of grass shines on my dream lake.   A feather drifts by, aimless wanderer stop here. Oh, it is a moth!   The koi opens his mouth, all the colors of his … Continue reading

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Famine

Even desperate for water in the desert the dead must be washed, every part, to stand before God clean.   Hands bound, feet bound, the child lies on the ground, the skull too big for stick-bones.   Quiet the child, … Continue reading

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New life in dying Aleppo

The newborn, screaming, red-faced, held by his feet, upside-down, slapped, pinched into that first cry, his first breath angry, the mother unconscious, gutted on the table, her leg broken, her arm broken, hauled in 9-months pregnant, shrapnel in her belly, the … Continue reading

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Shrine for Don

Crowned “king of the gods” in high school, caped with scepter in hand, a gentle smile, the basketball star in our tiny world, at 21, a lieutenant in Vietnam. Bombs fell on the green villages perimeters strafed and over-run maimed … Continue reading

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Giant Pacific Octopus

If this octopus escapes an open tank, look carefully around, then worry. It can scuttle over land.   Longer than a car, it squeezes  through an orange-size hole.  The beak?  In its crotch or armpit, take your pick.  Ignore the … Continue reading

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A Church Burns

We gather before the burned-out building our aged container of our times together in prayer, sermon, song both in joy and in sorrow.   We have gathered here for years, over generations, taught our children, shared hot-cross buns, coffee, tea, … Continue reading

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Sr. Antoinette at the Monastery

Now is her quiet season all the contemplation a meditation within all turned inward, a divina lectio.   She said, everything we do must be spiritual, bloom with intention, a deepening of the spirit, the singing of the psalms, the … Continue reading

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