The Sound of Call
Sometimes the call is faint, a distant chime across the water. Other times, it rings out a deafening tone. It never stops calling until someone, somewhere, picks up. Shouting across the battlefield…to safety, to hope, to home. Sometimes it comes softly with a palm-covered whisper, lover to lover. Like a whistle from dad’s pursed lips, […]
In Blackwater Woods – Apr. 13, 2023
Look, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillars of lightare giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment the long tapersof cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blue shoulders of the ponds,and every pond,no matter what itsname is, is nameless now.Every yeareverythingI have ever learned in my lifetimeleads back to this: the firesand the black river of […]
Underneath
Beneath the feet of the monks, that which holds them and their houses of prayer, is this land. Mepkin Abbey, a Trappist monastery on the coast of South Carolina, is where we’re on retreat. The land of my childhood. Beneath the years of their prayerful songs, as old as my dad, there is that which will outlast […]
An Unorganized Religion – Aug. 16, 2022
“As I have read the Gospels over the years, the belief has grown in me that Christ did not come to found an organized religion but came instead to found an unorganized one. He seems to have come to carry religion out of the temples into the fields and sheep pastures, onto the roadsides and […]