It is a time for making peace. . . . for actions that struck the core of the heart. . . . for words that sucked life out of a body still intent on breathing. Those were actions and words that should have been vented when anguish and outrage stole the child’s innocence. And now…

The snowflakes were just barely visible when the younger looked hopeful and asked if we could make a snowman.   Well I said, there really had to be a lot of snow on the ground before we could roll it up into a ball and make a snowman.   But we could stay up later he said…

There is a need I see and hurry to respond to before calamity mounts and doubles the work. You are driven by forces different than mine and your gaze dismisses the need I see. Your eyes focus instead on another sight which my eyes fail to see; completely outside my frame of reference. How is…

I ask, Where did you find your courage? On what tree was it hanging that you could reach up and pluck it from its hiding place to wear as epaulettes on your shoulders? The children whisper during the night, saying their Aves to each other, hoping they will grow into courage with a red badge…

When you have swum the rapids and come to shore, stood on the sand and found yourself upright . . . what more can there be? Perhaps,  only to sing an aria from a heart overwhelmed by a love researching his own heart. . . only to find newborns who are the best of blends…

If it seems all is lost, think back, when love was hatched and gave birth. . . . . to dreams of wonder and of light to make bright the darkest corner and gave us fine sons and daughters we loved into Being. We sought for dreams to outlet talents hidden between fields of mind.…

Tell me what you want to hear and I will say it. But do not ask me what I think, for I will tell you. The time for play, for games has passed and already written legibly, are the words no eye intent upon seeing will miss, or ears intent upon hearing will fail to…

I come with the Grace of all those I beseech, quietly. In all names holy. My work, done with love, in prayerful attendance to life, to acknowledge the birdsong extolling the morning and awakening the sun in triumph over night. Sending the mist to dissipate over the Mount, to nudge the sleeping sages into activity,…

I said, ‘You have to take it personally, or you cannot play the game at all. The lessons, like plants, cannot be absorbed by osmosis, if they are to reach the head and heart. What would be the purpose of the lesson if it could not be applied where you are? Love is played for…

As the sparrow falls it is noted and the quality of life is diminished by one. Long ago the feathers were counted. The color of the downy beast was subtly painted into the rainbow. A child is born in the forgotten regions of a world too busy to take note. The borning is observed, however,…