Angels of Advent: Zacharias
The Angel Appearing to Zacharias, William Blake, 1799-1800 By luck of the lot it seems, I am here. Carrying with me the burning desires of a nation, and my own ...
Category: hope
prayer :: God of unfurled leaves
God of unfurled leaves, cast your cloak of green over our weathered shoulders. Whisper to us in the rustle of shimmering branches. Let your countenance shine in...
God’s Compost Pile
One day in May, when the apple trees are hinting at pink blossoms, I take my spade and head for the backyard. The smell of fresh green is all around me. The wor...
Joy to broken worlds
The third Sunday of Advent approaches. Some of us come to the pink candle with lighthearted laughter, sped on our journey by the jocund Spirit of Christmas itse...
November’s Bones
Back home, it is good to walk slowly on the grass by the river. It is spongy and still green, though the rushes are browning and the cattails are bursting at th...