Image above (and on front-page mastheads): Sacrifice by Sherry Byrd.
Category: Art Blog
She knelt beside the neatly planted rows of cumin, dill, and mint. The clear March sky was bright; a flock of birds flew high. She pinched a leaf; then, suddenly, she froze — a voice had spoken. There was no one there. It spoke a second time; she looked around. “How can this be?” she […]
While sitting in the doctor’s office, I was intrigued by the sky as seen through a rectangular window. The clouds were skittering by, yet the telephone wires remained in the same position. There became a visual connection between this view and how I reflected on people praying while at the doctor’s office…the wires becoming […]
Seen above, left (and on front-page mastheads): Grandmother’s Spoon; middle: The Fork That Will Not Stab; and right: Knife for P, from the Artifacts II series by Roz Dimon.
HAPPY IS THE ONE WHO walks otherwise Than in the manner of the heedless Who stands otherwise Than in the way of the twisted Who does not sit in the seat of the scornful But finds delight in the loveliness of things And lives by that pattern all day and all night… Image above (and […]
Today Just now Always so Truly so The light will come out of the darkness Out of all the struggles a great light will come A new you too In the harshest cold the weather is sunny We mourn with those who experience the hardships of winter, may we commit to help them The eye […]
Image above and on front-page mastheads: Christmas Morning by Virginia Wieringa.
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]