A meditation from Day 4 as COVID nurse in quarantine Smell .. The rose from a friend sits by the bed. He called it the “rose of Sharon. ” But it is not , it is a long stemmed red rose with thorns. It is beautiful But I cannot smell it. Is it a rose… Continue reading Retreat Day 4 Smell
Retreat Day 3 Empathy
I see them . no damn Einfuhlung ! I feel them .. I feel all of them , lined up over the year. All those patients who I bent over like a cook over a pot. “Oh dear you feel so hot, can you smell this/ can you taste this ? No worries my dear.. this… Continue reading Retreat Day 3 Empathy
Retreat: Day 2 Fever
A simple meditation of a nurse in COVID quarantine The burning fires have come inside me. Those of of the demon and of the divine. Like dueling fires of the prophets of long ago, a campfire is set inside my soul. ‘ it will takes days to burn “ they say. “Bring the hydrants and… Continue reading Retreat: Day 2 Fever
Retreat: day 1 Leaving
Day 1 : A simple meditation of a nurse in COVID quarantine. I am going on a retreat without leaving my seat. I am going to see Jesus. I know that I am going because none are near to stop me. A little virus on me has them far away and even if they were… Continue reading Retreat: day 1 Leaving
Un Masked
oh Dear, remember when we looked into each other’s eyes, When masked, you imagined my moist lips smiling, And saw my wrinkles like darts pointing to brighter skies.Oh dear, let us remember , to remember, remember before we“Grow Old and our trousers are rolled.”(1) Oh dear, let us remember, to remember, remember before our masks… Continue reading Un Masked
The Widow’s dress
they stare strangely now at her Alone in the familiar pew for now is one when once was two. She Pardons those who see her in black And takes her seat with the sinners in the back. “How do you do? ” She replies “I do I do” As She greets the saints from pew… Continue reading The Widow’s dress
Dear Mr C (ode to COVID)
Dear dear Mr C ,you cannot sit in this pew. You haven’t the mind of these remnant few . And , I remember how the days used to be Where you acted as a monster, mr C as you pounced with Mr fear up the aisle, And ,good church folks left in single file. On… Continue reading Dear Mr C (ode to COVID)
Psalm 1 A tale of two men
A Lexio meditation on Psalm 1 Two men went out on a paved road one day . On it , They sought To Find Truth, Life and Way . So “ blessed “ and “ wicked “ became their name . Named by the pursuit in which they sought fame. One day , the two… Continue reading Psalm 1 A tale of two men
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