A Trailways bus, a country highway, dusk. The driver, a sallow old insomniac, is intimate with each curve in the road; he sits on a pillow… — A Trailways bus, a country highway, dusk. The driver, a sallow old insomniac, is intimate with each curve in the road; he sits on a pillow, bony hands steering his shuttle along a memorized route. Across from me sits a young black woman, her bundled infant still asleep in her lap. The reading-light makes a vision of…

If we were really made in God’s likeness — If we were really made in God’s likeness something strange occurred during evolution making us stranger with each generation and now I wonder if she’d even like us. But we are blessed by angelic beings who roam and play among us in disguise and only when we look into their eyes can we see who we were meant to be. God hides in the hearts of these loyal creatures

Three summers ago in Rome we wandered — Three summers ago in Rome we wandered into the Church of Bones and saw walls adorned with the skeletal remains of countless monks. There in that underground chapel you held my hand as we slowly walked down the dirt aisle, staring at the morbid artwork–masterpieces of bone made from every…

Whether it’s Saturday night or Sunday morning — Whether it’s Saturday night or Sunday morning or a weekday afternoon at Kaimana Beach a work lunch, birthday dinner or weekend brunch we celebrate the holy Sabbath of our friendship whenever and wherever we are gathered together in the church of what’s happening right now. We are a diverse lot…

As a boy, I dreamed of jungles wild with beasts — As a boy, I dreamed of jungles wild with beasts but dreams will fade with time and failing sight. Now contacts cover my eyes (like plastic scales) and the only beasts I see are caged or leashed. Yet near a park in the city’s maze last night while walking home, lost in the day’s details, a lens fell from my eye and a film of tears transformed the park into a jungle of trees.

This is your first time and my last time up the narrow winding stairs where we slowly make our steep climb. My father preached beneath this… — This is your first time and my last time up the narrow winding stairs where we slowly make our steep climb. My father preached beneath this steeple. Hands on the walls, our fingers read the old brick like Braille. Up the groaning wooden stairs where your perfume lingers we slowly continue to climb wishing there was a rail or something…

Green Flash — Green Flash We were wrong — the world is not black and white or so many shades of gray — it is more colorful than we ever imagined. What we saw touched us that day on the beach and though both of us had seen countless suns sink into the sea with other lovers neither of us had seen the mystical green flash until that evening when the red sun sank into the blue sea and a sigh of wind breather over us both —

In a faraway land, there lived a wise king who wanted to defend his country from powerful outside forces. To protect his kingdom and… — In a faraway land, there lived a wise king who wanted to defend his country from powerful outside forces. To protect his kingdom and provide prosperity for his people, he created a code of values called Gross National Happiness. …