On the porch this morning I am overwhelmed by rapid-fire love letters from God, assaulting my sleepy mind. A cardinal flits near the bird feeder, until she spots Skye the Schnauzer too close.Then to a branch near the top of the Red Oak.Momentary red flashes against a palate of green. Bougainvillea sing fuchsia. Zinnias antique … More Love Letters
These days my mind is trying again to wrap itself around the idea of Divine love — surely the hardest of all theological concepts to comprehend and live within, deep down in our souls. I know the truth of unfailing Divine love in my head, but the notion keeps unraveling, slipping away in the warp … More Imagining Love
Sitting on the porch this morning, I watch a fly on the brick patio. With jerky movements, flitting across the pavers toward me — moments later I feel the tickle, landing on my foot and then my hand. What attracts that fly to me? Then I begin: “Bless the Lord, O my soul and all … More Searching for God on the Porch
Journal entry for May 19, 2021 I sit on a cabin porch in the Catskills. My news apps are doubtless reporting the day’s count of Covid cases, how many Bush staffers support a new Republicanesque party, the latest protestations of anti-vaxxers, and the number of bombs that fell yesterday on Gaza neighborhoods. But in my … More Catskill Cabin
An Ever-Flowing Stream 