Category: Seasons

In This World

  In This World  I look today across our once-new City on a Hill, bright enough To be a beacon through global everlasting wars and famines.   Oh, yes, there were inherited sordid darknesses here—-being inhabited By humans—but more light: hesitating, but rising, light.  Hope. The hearts in whom the light burned were found everywhere, Creating ways to kindle more…

Memorial Day, 2017

My husband, Captain John Eddy Christiansen, served in the USAR 1964-1968 and as a Fixed Wing Pilot, Republic of Vietnam 1966-1967 221 Aviation Company, and returned safely to the United States. Fifty years later, John viewing the Moving Wall, May 2017, at the University of New Hampshire, Durham The Moving Wall is a half-size replica of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in…

Sacrifices

  Sacrifices   Just as I feel that craving for light and color in this dim Still-Winter, Ash Wednesday arrives.  For a moment, Making like a groundhog and postponing lightness Another six weeks to think on death seems harsh. Forego adorning doors with Spring wreaths, make fewer Desserts, keep the bright clothing in the closet?  Yet somehow The pastel fluffy…

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  …

The Covering of Christmas

The Covering of Christmas “…that we who are wearied by the changes and chances of this life, may rest in Your eternal changelessness.” ~Compline, Book of Common Prayer   Longing for deep health, –seeking in quiet, despising not the day of small things– I stop in to the stable, nesting somewhat into the hay, and stay To watch God work.…

I heard something arresting

  I heard something arresting a few weeks ago. The subject being addressed* was growth. That growth is usually uncomfortable at best and painful at worst, and that when it comes with its worst, brings grief. That, inescapably as long as we are living, we will face growth, by virtue simply of being alive, as it is living things that…

The Last Roses of Summer…October 2016

Yes, the last…the next to last, anyway. So delicate and beautiful, we now have three rosebushes gracing the strip garden beside our driveway, one bright fuchsia pink, one shaded green-rose, and this peach rose. This is the time of year when the maple tree has turned red, red, casting inside the house through the windows a rose red glow even…