Poem for a Sunday Morning

Dear Darkening Ground {Rainer Maria Rilke} Dear darkening ground, you’ve  endured so patiently the walls we’ve built, perhaps you’ll give the cities one more hour and grant the churches and cloisters two. And those that labor-maybe you’ll let their work grip them another five hours – or seven before you become forest again, and wideningContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

Between Friends

A text exchange between friends \\ 10:45 AM \\ December 18, 2019 \\\ Friend: Checking in on you today – you keep crossing my mind. Wondering how your spirits are, and the sense of “darkness”? \\\ Me: Lovely timing… \\\ Friend: Crazy how that works \\\ Me: The thing about advent is that its aContinue reading “Between Friends”

Poem for a Sunday Morning

The Panther {Rainer Maria Rilke} His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world. As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, the movement of his powerful soft strides is likeContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

Poem for a Sunday Morning

“You see, I want a lot” {Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours} You see, I want a lot. Maybe I want it all: the darkness of each endless fall, the shimmering light of each ascent. So many are alive who don’t seem to care. Casual, easy, they move in the world as though untouched.Continue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”