Month: January 2017

Fresh Epiphany: To the brave bearer, Love…

Fresh Epiphany Wrapping up my clay Nativity again, of a January morning– These three-decades-old figures in the story, hand-formed with the tears Of my just-opened eyes—I muse: After Jesus, newborn fist barely visible, which of these Could be most important? Probably not the thin buff cow with one horn half-broken, Nor the small brown dog, asleep. What of the chief…

The Words of Our Prayers Are Stones

      There is a moving prayer, part of Compline–prayers said at the end of the day– contained in the most uncommon “Book of Common Prayer”, that my husband John and I pray aloud together virtually every night before we go to sleep.        “Lord, guide us waking, and guard us sleeping, that awake we may  …

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