Just some ideas and images being blown around. You are welcome here. Contact me at thomandevelyn@gmail.com. The Lord take a likin' to you.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
The Other Side of the Holiday
Friday, December 18, 2009
The Bath
Laura Gilpin
I stand here bathing her
while she sleeps
in a far place beyond my reaching.
I bathe her
as I have been taught to do:
first the eyes, then the forehead,
the face, the neck.
And as I work
I talk to her--in case she hears me
(believing that hearing is the last to go).
I tell her--I don't know why
but I tell her the time, the day,
the season, what the weather is doing,
lifting each arm to wash and dry it,
laying it down again at her side,
then the chest, the abdomen, each leg.
She offers no resistance,
except that of gravity,
the earth pulling her
down while I lift,
as though something between us
is being weighed.
Then I turn her to wash her back
talking to her about what seems to matter
in this life--though I make no promises.
Only this morning
the promise of spring was in the air
and I tell her that.
Laura Gilpin
I stand here bathing her
while she sleeps
in a far place beyond my reaching.
I bathe her
as I have been taught to do:
first the eyes, then the forehead,
the face, the neck.
And as I work
I talk to her--in case she hears me
(believing that hearing is the last to go).
I tell her--I don't know why
but I tell her the time, the day,
the season, what the weather is doing,
lifting each arm to wash and dry it,
laying it down again at her side,
then the chest, the abdomen, each leg.
She offers no resistance,
except that of gravity,
the earth pulling her
down while I lift,
as though something between us
is being weighed.
Then I turn her to wash her back
talking to her about what seems to matter
in this life--though I make no promises.
Only this morning
the promise of spring was in the air
and I tell her that.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Wisdom from Tobias
The surest way to become a sect is to establish something other than Christ as the focus of your unity or identity.*
Tobias Stanislas Haller BSG
*like a covenant, the episcopate, the chair of Peter, a confession, national boundaries, a political agenda, a program, a locale, a tradition, a language, a culture, whatever
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Self Pity (D. H. Lawrence)
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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