Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Ode to M. Alcofribas

Though I am not as wise as Solomon,
when I think of a certain Friar John
whose abbey was made most Gargantuan,
I see a misreading of Immanuel Kant.

A church born from a babe in Bethlehem
is now most like the Abbey of Thélème
for it has cast off its royal diadem
to follow the mantra, “Do What You Want.”

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Posted in PEACE GROOVES

Revival

I once heard that if you want to have revival, draw a circle around yourself and have revival in that circle.

Yet what good is the revival if the circle does not expand? And can one really have revival alone?

Perhaps a rephrasing is necessary.

If you want to have revival, join a circle of God’s people and have revival in that circle.

Posted in Art and Photography

Photos – Holy Saturday – Pastors Prepare

Photos of the day between the cross and the empty tomb.

With Mom and Dad at Crest Hill Community Church

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Urban Garden

In this city scape
where we sow
the seeds of faith
some of us are
fertilizer

little hard white
beads
compacted by years
of manufactured
privilege

to be softened by
living water and
spread with wisdom
for too much will
burn
the fledgling plants

others are the
black
loam that knows the
memory of another
history
the reception of
pain

suffering soil
out of which comes
life

bitter fruit
consumed
by
compassion

we are prepared
over turned
spread out
mixed up
together

the sower
knows
the
composition

trusting us
who trust
those
earth-crusted
hands
with the
joyous harvest

November 2011

Posted in The Sunday Driver: Life in the Slow Lane

A Triad of Koans

Koan 1:
I observed, “The candle in the narthex is leaning.”
I replied, “Better a crooked candle than one that is not lit.”

Koan 2:
I said, “The squirrel sits on the apex of the roof and speaks loudly to the world.”
I replied, “He is not silent.”

Koan 3:
I said, “I smiled so much in church this morning that my jaws ached.”
I replied, “And your whole body? Did it ache too?”

Journal Entry Sept. 20, 1997

Posted in PEACE GROOVES

4 Signs

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On a corner where a church in my neighborhood is:

“Stop.”

“Wrong way.”

“Do not enter.”

“Because He first loved us, now we can love.”

Posted in PEACE GROOVES

Church Retreat 1998 – Visual Notes

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February 13-14, 1998

Posted in PEACE GROOVES

Meditation

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Three things I notice as I sit down before the candle;

The church is cold.
These faces glowing in the darkness have joined the silence without me.
An empty chair has been placed within the circle by them for me.

1997

Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

The Body

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The church
is not a gated
community.

The church
is where we
complete
each other.