Category: Art Blog

The Longest Night

 

All throughout these months

as the shadows

have lengthened,

this blessing has been

gathering itself,

making ready,

preparing for

this night.

It has practiced

walking in the dark,

traveling with

its eyes closed,

feeling its way

by memory

by touch

by the pull of the moon

even as it wanes.

So believe me

when I tell you

this blessing will

reach you

even if you

have not light enough

to read it;

it will find you

even though you cannot

see it coming.

You will know

the moment of its

arriving

by your release

of the breath

you have held

so long;

a loosening

of the clenching

in your hands,

of the clutch

around your heart;

a thinning

of the […]

What Am I Expecting?

This is the first day of Advent. Every year I ask the question of what I am expecting from the Incarnation. When I was younger(like in my 20’s) I was sure that exploration would bring me many riches (and it did). Now in my 7th decade I am more open ended in my thinking. I don’t know what will come that announces good news but I have never been let down. If I look for something good, something good comes. […]

For Nobody

A yellow flower

(Light and spirit)

Sings by itself

For nobody.

A golden spirit

(Light and emptiness)

Sings without a word

By itself.

Let no one touch this gentle sun

In whose dark eye

Someone is awake.

(No light, no gold, no name, no color

And no thought:

O, wide awake!)

A golden heaven

Sings by itself

A song to nobody.

 

Image above (and on front-page mastheads): Triad Luchem by Cathie Meighan, SSJ.

Words above: Song for Nobody by Thomas

Tears To Shed

Franciscan Prayer of Blessing: “May God bless us with tears to shed for those who suffer, so that we will reach out our hands to comfort them and change their pain to joy.”

This prayer is taped on my laptop. It reminds me that being sad is okay especially when it is about seeing street people who are cold. I saw one man who was hanging around the café and I invited him in for a coffee and corndog. It was […]

What I Can Say

To paint is a mysterious and individual act which could almost be self-sufficient due to the intimacy of the approach: painting is so personal and sensitive that no words can tell or explain a piece of work. Thus, it is difficult to speak about it, to expose it, to promote it…

What I can say—and what I have observed in the process of painting—is that once finished, a picture becomes autonomous, and then belongs as much to the spectator as to […]

Life’s Mutability

These fragile leaves, twigs, old letters, prescriptions, Bible pages and calendar sections speak of life’s mutability and preciousness. I stitch their vanishing beauty onto layers of salvaged and handmade papers in an effort to hold on to that which is essentially departing. Yet, I needn’t fear all the change and brokenness surrounding me, for God’s Spirit is always there in its midst. And, His word reminds me of His enduring love.

Image above (and on front-page mastheads): Book of Job […]

Reclaiming

Brown Sweater

I wear you this morning

another skin as I did

almost every day in college

now in my seventh decade reclaiming

the threadbare inner self

no one can see through you

the perfect cover for the color blind

you are an obscure bird flying south

your shape distinctively unrecognizable

your arms extend into what

the less imaginative might call

a cross or the hint of a falling man

flutter caught

by a hemlock hedge

Image above (and on front-page mastheads): Untitled, 556 Series #1 by Anthony Anchundo

Words above: Brown Sweater by Ken Arnold

The Ancient Voice

I heard the ancient voice say, you are no stranger to me, for I knew you when you took your first breath. I knew you as a child, when you wobble walked across the floor, and finally ran for the sheer joy of knowing how to run. I saw you through your early fears and kept you close in your sorrows. I grew with you, from year to year, by your side in triumph and loss, learning what you learned, […]

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