Poetry/prose

len on December 24th, 2017

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len on December 18th, 2017

Back then to the essential message of Christmas which is Emmanuel, God with us, and to the questions it raises: Who is this God and how is he with us? “The high and lofty One who inhabits eternity” is the answer to the first. It is the answer to the second question that seems “folly […]

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len on December 5th, 2017

Scot McKnight once noted that one of his favorite Christmas hymns is, “O Come, O Come Immanuel,” a 12th Century hymn originally penned in Latin. It wasn’t until 2008 that I heard the Latin version and since then have heard two more renditions in Latin – the most recent being a version sung by Enya, […]

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len on October 20th, 2017

In the beginning was the song of love. Alone in empty nothingness and space It sang itself through vaulted halls above Reached gently out to touch the Father’s face. And all the tracklessness where worlds would be Cried “Father” through the aching void. Sound tore The distant chasm, and eternity Called back — “I love […]

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len on September 15th, 2017

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len on April 15th, 2017

I Cast from sleep on the edge of a March dawn (Brain as empty as a beach The arch above our bed dark as the firmament) We lie and listen to the birds Seeking in the garden outside the glass: “Light, Light, who let there be light ?” “We are glad for the light and […]

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len on March 15th, 2017

“Tell of it, you who ride on tawny asses, you who sit on rich carpets, and you who walk by the way. “To the sound of musicians at the watering places, there they repeat the triumphs of Yahweh, the triumphs of his peasantry in Israel.” – Judges 5:10-11 Walter Brueggemann comments on the verses above: […]

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len on March 14th, 2017

So many years sanding language smooth only to learn and relearn that mystery resists finished edges. Karen Connelly. “April, on coming to the island”

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len on January 16th, 2017

Begin the song exactly where you are, Remain within the world of which you’re made. Call nothing common in the earth or air, Accept it all and let it be for good. Start with the very breath you breathe in now, This moment’s pulse, this rhythm in your blood And listen to it, ringing soft […]

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len on December 30th, 2016

Mary’s Song Blue homespun and the bend of my breast keep warm this small hot naked star fallen to my arms. (Rest… you who have had so far to come.) Now nearness satisfies the body of God sweetly. Quiet he lies whose vigor hurled a universe. He sleeps whose eyelids have not closed before. His […]

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