Molly Fisk: God Speaks to the Rope Swings of Summer
in his gentlest voice, reminding them
about change, about fallow fields and the quiet
everything needs to grow stronger
Peter Schireson: Last Night in the Freshness that Followed a Summer Rain
How we looked into each other, how we danced through vampire nightclubs,
our intentions green and full of desire…
Michael Simms: And Jesus Wept
Our friend Christian, an African-American and one of the best men I know, told my wife that when he saw the video of the murder of George Floyd, he wept for hours.
Rev. Dr. William J. Barber II: May the Screams and Tears and Protests Shake the Very Conscience of This Nation
If we want to reach a better place on the other side of this, we must refuse to be comforted too quickly.
Robert Wrigley: The Consciousness of Everything
That time’s lost now, when a stone could hurt,
when a feather missed its wing,
when sky kissed clouds and grass kissed dirt
and nothing thought itself just a thing.
Michael Simms: Ten things I should have figured out before now
Love is complicated. Courtesy is simple. Start with courtesy.
Juan Cole: Fundamentalist Pandemics
What Evangelicals Could Learn From The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam
Buddha Shakyamuni: Diamond Sutra
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning:
view all created things like this
Paul Christensen: The Book of Eternity
The dark has stairs and doors that have never been opened. Who knows where they lead, or what impenetrable paradoxes await the person who turns a knob and presses against the infinite ignorance we cower from?
Pema Chödrön: A Story about Fear
The student warrior stood on one side, and fear stood on the other. The warrior was feeling very small, and fear was looking big and wrathful. They both had their weapons.
Video: Praise Song for the Pandemic
Blessed are those in grief, especially who mourn alone, blessed are those who have passed into the Great Night
Dawn Potter: Concord Street Hymn
Yes, there will be
daffodils in every stanza of this poem
because it is spring in Maine
David Watts: Blessing in the Midst of Siege
We are cloistered in our houses
dodging a horrible virus
but it almost feels like blessing.
