Journey to the Promised Land
I stand at the edge of this wilderness Weary with the journey to get here. So long ago we left our lives…
I stand at the edge of this wilderness Weary with the journey to get here. So long ago we left our lives…
He came up from the Jordan. Still damp from his cleansing passage, He wandered into my rocky wastes, His footprints vanishing as…
A fragile clay pot— Broken becomes worthless. But Gather up the scattered fragments. Mend the cracks with care and love that Trace…
I could, as usual, cite events and celebrations of the past year, Mardi Gras, Pentecost, St. Thomas Day, and the Bishop’s Visitation….
My journey into the solitude of the Monastery of Christ in the Desert began in a series of fits and starts several…
Within the pond, fish flow in fluid dance, Scaled shapes shadow its depths with fire Their liquid grace reflects the touch of…
autumn leaves the smallest tree still green Día de Muertos marigolds haunting my nose brushing dirt from my mother’s cheek funeral home…
dark mountains waiting for rain tapping through rain the solo traveler shadows in the ripples my dad’s thick hands morning snow today’s…
Our parish is full of creative people. We are authors, composers, painters, and performers… all artists working in the church. Our perspective…