Two Tables
I had a waking dream as I looked up from the stony field I was tilling, my nose so close to the grindstone, my focus on the seeds that I was turning loose. Squinting in the sunlight, I wondered aloud, “What exactly is it that I’m doing?” In the hustle and rush of this unpredictable […]
O Dust, Arise! – Apr. 22, 2021
The clearing rests in song and shade,it is a creature madeby old light held in soil and leaf,by human joy and grief,by human work,fidelity of sight and stroke,by rain, by water onthe parent stone.We join our work to Heaven’s gift,our hope to what is left,that field and woods at last agreein an economyof widest worth,High […]
Left to Grace – Apr. 20, 2021
Whatever is foreseen in joymust be lived out from day to day.Vision held open in the darkby our ten thousand days of work.Harvest will fill the barn; for thatthe hand must ache, the face must sweat.And yet no leaf or grain is filledby work of ours; the field is tilledand left to grace. That we […]
They Can Be Like a Sun – July 24, 2020
They can be like a sun, words. They can do for the heartwhat light canfor a field. –St. John of the Cross, Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West, trans. Daniel Ladinsky, p. 324
