December Grief

December Grief by Stacey Nalean-Carlson Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God. Lights through tears are a living thing moving in place, now blurred, now brilliant, magnified. Eyelids close in unbounded regret, squeezed shut in a silent scream, but even then the light lives— rainbows dancing on water, Advent hope magnified.   Stacey Nalean-CarlsonContinue reading “December Grief”

Wait of Glory

Wait of Glory by Nichole Woo An Advent prayer based on Luke 3:25-38 Sovereign Lord, We wait. Like Simeon, we bear the chains of a nation and world oppressed – longing for consolation. As he waited in Jerusalem, so we do here, for the redemption of all things lost: We wait in exam rooms andContinue reading “Wait of Glory”

When They Leave

When They Leave by Nancy Ramsey it is a wonder these small sufferings departures separations absences whether for months years or the rest of one’s earthly days it is a wonder how mourning turns slow to unthought-of gladness for fleeting awareness of the Christ the invitation to discern as through glass dark new knowing ofContinue reading “When They Leave”

A Feather in Winter

A Feather in Winter by Michele Morin “The feather flew, not because of anything in itself, but because the air bore it along. Thus am I a feather on the breath of God.”  Hildegarde of Bingen Sister Hildegarde knew we are all “feathers on the breath of God,” and it’s an image I struggle toContinue reading “A Feather in Winter”

After Christmas

After Christmas by Cheryl Grey Bostrom Ache, your velocity rises with the drop in my heart’s barometer. No windbreaks here, you grow to a howl in my mown inner fields—low pressure zones, short of breath because those I love have flown home again, crossed state lines, and my arms are empty. Ache, you swirl memoryContinue reading “After Christmas”

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty by Katelyn Jane Dixon Before the beginning, I imagine our world as a tiny diamond floating in space, a rock among countless shining others. Not special, but waiting— little knowing she was about to be kissed awake. I imagine You, in all your solitary splendor. not needing, but wanting— leaning forward with aContinue reading “Sleeping Beauty”

Gilt Gift

  Gilt Gift by Jody Collins Sometimes I guilt myself right out of joy. Like the surprise of an iridescent butterfly from an unsightly cocoon, who would expect this shimmering show in morning sunlight? My eyes trained on Northwest firs framed in blue, frosted feeders, feathered presents hidden among the trees. Moments pass. I’ve heldContinue reading “Gilt Gift”