Mass Alone

Liturgy in a pandemic

Prayer is always inquiry

To Michelle

There she is.
Sandals and a blue t-shirt
no plans to me me today
I wasn’t really there, too afraid to flirt

Put Out Into the Deep

Ἐπανάγαγε εἰς τὸ βάθος (Luke 5:4)

Baptized God

A triplet haiku on the beginning and the end

A Slow Afternoon in Asheville

Slower than Everything, almost
Every moment works less

A Prayer for the Orphans We Make on Father’s Day

A Stone Lifted From Mud

Based on St. Patrick’s Words

By Hand

I want to tell time by hand.
To do it the hard way.
To give way to the herd of ease
and let it pass me by,
let it leave me behind

Cloud

עָשָֽׁן׃ a·shan

of forgetting
of unknowing
of witnesses
of smoke
of the temple
of transfiguration
of ascension
of…

A tiny Joy

Watch! How she plays.
Tulip fingers redirecting
this watery bath, the cool
of time passing her by.