epistle, apostle these words are dross, tempest-tossed in the white wind, yet he makes his messengers winds and raises his apostles as pillars of fire. Say you are tired and He will use you anyway, whirling into columns the scraps you scatter and making spring trees from the remains of winter verse. He takes your words … Continue reading
My neighbors names all bear their own spool of thread. They mark time by their name, with each purchase and property and short story collection, making the ledger of their existence by associations. I wonder of these; are they lonely? Networks work their web across the state and through the pneumatic tubes of the electric … Continue reading
Yesterday I saw Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind with some friends. This is the fourth one of his movies I’ve seen, in this my year of Miyazaki. I see why he has such a cult following. It’s like a Malick film. Magic and realism and ambiguity of good and evil. Mythical. Cosmic. He … Continue reading
I have a job to keep and to think of being rid, as I walk to the quotidian places and faces, my shoulders heavy and ridden by webs of willowy time: never enough, a thing to forget, a thing to weave together and wonder at its tapestry and heavy-laden design. All these people, wearing cloaks … Continue reading
I am cleaning my room today. Ask anyone who really knows me and they will tell you, not of my impartation, but from their own observation that the state of my room is a portrait of how my heart is behaving. Right now, I live in a purple, gabled coat closet. It is the size … Continue reading
“secura mens quasi iuge convivium est” — The secure mind is like a perpetual feast! “6 Now these things, brethren, I have figuratively transferred to myself and Apollos for your sakes, that you may learn in us not to think beyond what is written, that none of you may be puffed up on behalf of one against … Continue reading
An article from Fare Forward concerning Eliot’s idea that our experience in following Christ is inherently plagued with paradox, and by these paradoxes our spirituality finds its satisfaction. Continue reading
Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual … Continue reading
What does it look like to be clothed before God? Lewis put it well when describing the solid people (the saints) in the Great Divorce: “A tiny haze and a sweet smell went up where they had crushed the grass and scattered the dew. Some were naked, some robed. But the naked ones did not … Continue reading
Have you ever heard the clang of bells or do you know the sound of fireworks? Do you know the warmth of crackling hearths? The sky today is all these things. The highest silky ribbon sings like bells, the metal launching with its sound the hushed commence of day or heralding its close as in … Continue reading
Kite Cathedral 