Somewhere between feelings and intellect prayers may be born.
Holy Island is a meditative reflection offered for
personal and community use.
In this evening after eating outYou serve us nightcaps as we talkNoting our lazy hermeneutics, how we crossLong sentences like little rivers winding betweenPrecipices and over rocky more»
Here a mouth opens,
thirsty to receive.
The girl stares down at it,
as if at a puzzle, shocked if this is the answer,
stares in terror and wonder at what she has done. more»
Those before me knew
how to stroke the steep sodden hills of Wales
just enough to yield a little milk each day
and sufficient mutton for stewing. more»
The hallowing of memory is restorative. It encourages us to bring to birth in our hearts and lives, goodness, justice and peace out of bloody holocausts. more»
We are part of a tradition that stretches back through the centuries...outwards to all the world's peoples and which touches us within... more»
The myths that come from inherited memories are well worth holding with care. Care to serve the realities of lives deserving memorial and care to offer minds yet to come the scope to understand the complex depth of history's tradition on which we stand. more»
Blessed is anyone who cares for another's parent,
because the ex isn't doing it
or nobody comes to visit this elder,
or the old coot, crabby Naomi, whiner
has pushed everyone away. more»