Jan Richardson For a moment I hesitated on the threshold. For the space of a breath I paused, unwilling to disturb her last ordinary moment, knowing that the next step would cleave her life: that this day would slice her story in two, dividing all the days before from...
David A. Redding, from If I Could Pray Again (1965) O Lord, Let Advent begin again In us, Not merely in commercials; For that first Christmas was not Simply for children, But for the Wise and the strong. It was Crowded around that cradle, With kings kneeling. Speak to...
Hildegard of Bingen (1098–1179) O Comforting Fire of Spirit O comforting fire of Spirit, Life, within the very Life of all Creation. Holy you are in giving life to All. Holy you are in anointing those who are not whole; Holy you are in cleansing a festering wound. O...
On this Labor of Love Day, enjoy this poem. Of Love Selected by Dan Clendenin. Mary Oliver (b. 1935) Of Love I have been in love more times than one, thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting whether active or not. Sometimes it was all but ephemeral, maybe only...
Bernard of Clairvaux (1090–1153) Jesus, the very thought of Thee, with sweetness fills my breast, but sweeter far Thy face to see, and in Thy presence rest. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, nor can the memory find a sweeter sound than Thy blest name, o Savior...
The Book of Genesis Kei Miller Suppose there was a book full only of the word, let – from whose clipped sound all things began: fir and firmament, feather, the first whale — and suppose we could scroll through its pages every day to find and pronounce a Let meant only...
