The Labyrinth

I am the labyrinth. Keep moving. I don’t know where I am going, God. It looks like one way but ends up being another, and I turn sharply when I least expect it, and sometimes it looks like I’m going to collide with someone else – how can this be right? I am the path. … More The Labyrinth


I used to want to be not me.Various other lives looked appealing at different times, but on Sundays,I always wanted to be my pastor.I wanted to be just like her.I wanted the fancy robe, the adoration and respect I saw coming from everyone’s eyes.I wanted the hands that could bless bread, make it more than … More Manna

I Go to Sing

I might be exhausted and the children might be cranky,but I will be going to church on Sunday.Don’t know who is preaching, doesn’t matter –the sermon may be helpful or not, holds my attention or doesn’t –it’s the singing.I go to sing. I get up,get clean,get dressed,possibly get mad (at not-ready kids, at empty coffee … More I Go to Sing

I’m Dreaming

I’m dreamingof my grandmother’s house,and small me in it,running from room to room,making the huge-at-the-time circlefrom the kitchen, down the hall, through the living and dining rooms,bursting triumphantly through the magical swinging doorback into the kitchen, warm with people and cooking smells. Not the of a white Christmas kind of dreaming.The real kind,in my bed, … More I’m Dreaming