Palms Sunday

We remember how you put palms in our hands, palms in our open ,naked hands. Hands that once tapped tapped keep tapping on wood and on flesh. Before these ritual cleansings and gloves ond trash Palms in our hands, hands that once lifted , opened drifted and dropped. We consider all our sins like deadly… Continue reading Palms Sunday

Entrance Antiphon

“The biggest  closet is the church “the old woman told the child. “But we cant go there  Grammy ,the doors are locked” the child told the old woman. “I will take you to a secret one “the old woman whispered as they walked down the sidewalk. Today side by side they walk towards a chapel.… Continue reading Entrance Antiphon

closets

“Come out of that closet child? lets go somewhere” I would coaxed my daughter many afternoons. Forever I will remember the face of her  reluctant obedience as she would leave behind her beautiful world to go walk with me to a park. As we walked she would awaken out of her imaginary world . Slowly… Continue reading closets

Live Stream

They said that I could not come and see you They said I could imagine you were here with me They said I should  dress as if you were coming to see me They said  I should put chair and cross and water out for you So I did , I dressed , I lit… Continue reading Live Stream

Ashes , Ashes, we all fall down

What shall we do in this vineyard of palms ? where Prudentius’s vices are verdant fronds? where we pretend to be “Blessed “trunks from the very first psalm While our roots sit shallow in a climate so calm What shall be our song ? While vile villains and viruses threaten the crop ? shall we… Continue reading Ashes , Ashes, we all fall down