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She was the best mom. In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow so words of comfort mingled with my dreams. (Fear not, for I bring you tidings of great joy.) She never let a stranger-child go hungry, even with that big farm, big family – drove my father nuts! It’s a…
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Migration
Five billion years — we must find a new home. Five billion years — the earth falls into the sun’s…
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Willows
Early March and the willows, brown and gaunt, remember they are beautiful, first in the golden slant of the morning…
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Haiku, Japanese Garden
The shrine within me. Dew on the blades of grass shines on my dream lake. A feather drifts by,…
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Famine
Even desperate for water in the desert the dead must be washed, every part, to stand before God clean. …
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Loneliness
One clove of garlic, chopped, sautéed in olive oil, a handful of spinach leaves steamed, rice noodles boiled. An…
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A Church Burns
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We gather before the burned-out building our aged container of our times together in prayer, sermon, song both in joy and in sorrow. We have gathered here for years,…
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Cathédrale de Notre Dame
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Ah, Cathédrale de Notre Dame at dawn, in fog, sepulcher white, barely formed, the façade emerges from the mist each statue takes his place above the arches the flying buttresses…
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Return Flight
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Some people just wait you know, just wait until the door is closing to run up and say, “Wait for me I’m boarding, too!” on that plane to somewhere. …
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L’imagination pouvoir.
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“No to Vietnam! No to tradition!” In 1968, students barricade Place Maubert tearing up the cobblestones stoning police that march shoulder to shoulder toward them. The students may forget the…
