Holy Week Inhabiting
We are touched by the same oilInhale the same fragrance.Your life, my life,Your death, my death. […]
The Hollow in our Hearts
Here we are on the edge of Holy Week. The parade is over; spent petals and tattered banners still blow down the empty streets. Some have [...]
In Every Moment
I am in every moment; touch me […]
The Skin and Heart of It
It’s the day after the vivid day of palms; and I stand on the edge of emptiness, in the aftermath that is also preparation. I hold [...]