A Kind of Doxology

Woe! Woe is me! For the Lord, the MOST High Holy, Holy, HOLY is He! Far above, and beyond The stretch of every mortal mind Is the vast one, the great one the unimaginable I BE! What shores off your majesty? Or who can curtain your glory? Is it not overwhelming! How terrible, how mortifying…

Joy

It would be my complete joy to own everything that Clive Staples “Jack” Lewis ever wrote. 

Happy Birthday

“Therefore, behold, I will allure her,and bring her into the wilderness, and speak tenderly to her. And there I will give her her vineyards and make the Valley of Achor a door of hope. And there she shall answer as in the days of her youth, as at the time when she came out of…

Things Are Different Now

21 is a threshold, an edge, a cliff to which the clocks urge you by the second hand, the end of the runway as it were. You are expected, as it were, to take off. Nothing happens, nothing special, there is no party, or commemoration, with good wishes and tearful embraces, and gifts and speeches,…

Weather Forecast #6

I think we always yearn to give our parents a better life than they had in their childhood, and our children a better life than we had in our childhood. 

Carver 

love is a shorn off block of driftwood chanced upon by eyes more giving than seeing, given over to the hands for time to be whittled down and beauty in grain sleeved by well-worn sheen. then sacrifice and loss should make it more than before.

Weather Forecast #5

From Jon Foreman’s “Spring and Summer” Have mercy on me O God, according to your unfailing love, according to your great compassion, blot out my transgressions. Baptize my mind, for these seeds to give birth to life, first they must die. All along, thought I was learning how to take, how to bend not how…

ORD

there’s an app for that, I’m told it helps you to count-down the months as if we needed to reinvent the hourglass- a different way to watch the grains of opportunity slip through the gap, gap, gap! the yellow flags insist this, is the only way. every second spilt is a cent of beach built…

Weathervane

On: which way the wind blows. “when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric” I know what he meant I know what he wanted: to be completely alive every moment in spite of the inevitable.” Almost everything I’ve seen and felt and known for the past twenty years is in that photo. That scares me,…

The Ubiquity of the Need for Love

I leave the number and a short message on every green Volvo in town Is anything wrong? I miss you. 574-7423 The phone rings constantly. One says, Are you bald? Another, How tall are you in your stocking feet? Most just reply, Nothing’s wrong. I miss you, too. Come quick. Ronald Koertge

Weather Forecast #4

Dinner at the Capri with a minister (practically a Singaporean celebrity), at the next table.  and outside, a sense of calmer skies. Right, dad?