Where there is essence, there you find God.
Where there is transformation, there you find God.
Listen, Write, Speak.
Ideally these three verbs collaborate to discover and proclaim truth.
It’s not easy.
Something abides there.
Something pure. Something as clean and beautiful as a basketful of apple blossoms in spring.
Poetry defies the rational mind. Like religion, it scratches at the surface of mystery, and leaves us open.
Have you ever noticed that the days that we celebrate… always seem to contain a rather distinct ironical quality?
Can we know God, without knowing, most fully our own pain?
This is the question of Gethsemane…
