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”
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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”
Awakening
Awakening by Susanna Makinson We are a precarious people, never quite fitting our skin until the time has passed to be lithe and fluid within in. But loss, I believe, forces us to bloom or wither. And the pain suddenly, like thorns at our brow, awakens us, though we never knew we were sleeping.Continue reading “Awakening”
Resurrection
Resurrection by Michele Morin “As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourishes. For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and the place thereof remembers it no more.” Psalm 103:15, 16 Every day there are fewer shingles — and more bare roof. EveryContinue reading “Resurrection”
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”