Dear Father , I still can’t see very well. And again today I hear a lot about you as they say you are” here with us. “. And they speak about what it means when you are “here with us.” They speak of what you do and what you say and where you move. But… Continue reading Down from the Tree
i wanna see
Dear Father, I do not write to you often. I am here and you are there . I have yet to write a jot compared to all that you have written to me on paper and heart. But I begin. I begin to tell you what I am doing and thinking and well…….today feeling ,… Continue reading i wanna see
Jail bird
A shadow drapes across the tempered glass Condemning the caught of each trespass. These wounded birds who rest in cages. Little and large , ones of all ages. With Fragile legs beneath broken wings. lame limp from pleas and pleadings… And flight and fights and vain imaginings. These birds ,these night birds, rest in cages.… Continue reading Jail bird
Day 5 Taste A COVID morning prayer
A meditation on day 5 as a COVID nurse in quarantine The toothpaste could be mortar The coffee grounds could be dirt the porridge in my bowel could be crumbled fall leaves The water could be vodka I would never know . But that you told me to taste and see it is good and… Continue reading Day 5 Taste A COVID morning prayer
Retreat COVID Day 4 Smell
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 COVID Day 4 Smell
Retreat COVID 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 COVID Day 3 Empathy
Retreat: COVID 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: COVID Day 2 Fever
Retreat: COVID 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: COVID 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