…soul is the delicate yet durable cloth woven …
We stood in the earth, and I watched Your clear eyes;
They grew and then softened as You breathed in the sky.
I lost my light footing in Your terrible exhale,
Blown fierce into ribbons of burnt oranges and yellows!
Such beauty unfathomable I spun in the air,
Til placed as a star, You pointed at me.…
Brush bristles of smudged dreams drench my skin
Clairvoyant colors bleed deep in my veins
Dove draughts of mottled burnt offerings anoint me
I fling fistfuls of joy from my careless abandon
My soul is a canvas stretched taut yet so supple
I pine for the pressures of tincture and framings
Spiraling centers of coarse refinement
Breach the tide of my random a-musings
Sullenly slipping my grasp it releases
Frothing to flowing in rays of confection
Whirling to settle in flexible visage
‘Til adornment beacons my lover to gaze! …
Many times a connection between the first reading and the Gospel is somewhat elusive. I felt this while reading through the daily scriptures this morning. It was perhaps the closing line of the Gospel that struck me that there was indeed a connection. …
I remember spending several weeks of the summer during my youth in Mobile, Alabama, visiting my Dad’s mom and family. One particular summer, while writing a letter home, my Grandma Telhiard noticed that I was placing my face very close to the page of the letter that I was writing. …
If we talk about “gaps” in time, when speaking of the “NOW” as presence, what exactly are we talking about? Not numbness, indifference, disengagement, or even forgetfulness. But from the standpoint of what we call the “conscious” mind, these may be the “state of mind” images that we initially have when we think about “gaps” in time. …