Summer Kitchen by Donald Hall In June’s high light she stood at the sink With a glass of wine, And listened for the bobolink, And crushed garlic in late sunshine. I watched her cooking, from my chair. She pressed her lips Together, reached for kitchenware, And tasted sauce from her fingertips. “It’s ready now. Come on,” […]
…the “Tangerine-of-future-plans” is a common Tangerine. It is by far the most common kind of Tangerine. But a “Tangerine-of-now” is a rare and wonderful tangerine. It is the holy tangerine.
While it may be true that the future is impossible to see, does this necessarily mean that we are helpless before it? Does the fact that the future is a mystery mean that the future has no meaning?
As a Christian I insist that this is not so.
His Claim Mark Koyama The sky darkened. We stood under the trees—my boy only nine years old— the yellow slicker and blue rubber boots of his childhood, bright, like a fragment of sun left behind at the edge […]
Christianity, like all religions, quite easily becomes a tool for the powerful – but when this happens it is no longer Christianity – it is something else – a form of idolatry.
The essence of Christianity is not power. It is love.
Nature is not a place. Nature is both the fiber of our being, and the air, water and earth that sustains it.
So don’t talk about nature as if it is some quaint “view” that we have to preserve for our children’s children.
Reach down and feel the pulse at your wrist.
That rhythm that you feel? That’s nature.
Sleeping in the Forest By Mary Oliver I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my […]
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Here is the opening passage of The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri, as translated by Robert Durling: In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself in dark wood, for the straight way was lost. Ah, how hard a thing it is to say what that wood was, so savage […]