“Those who go out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing . . .”      – Psalm 126: 6 Even the weeping bear seed. Even the weeping. Unknowingly, unintentionally, they nonetheless bear seed. O God, bless the seed. Bless the weeping. Bring forth the world you so steadfastly envision. Move your spirit through us to … More Even the Weeping

There is a flame. I know there is; I have not forgotten all the teachings. My soul remembers, yet my body labors in the mine, head down, back bent, hands full. The work, poorly lit, is not my best, but I don’t stop. I will not stop. When I lose heart, I will link arms … More There Is a Flame