Twisted Religion

Twisted Religion

I have pretended long, in loyalty. I had a childhood hurt for five harsh years, I let it wound my good fragility And over decades I’ve shed many tears And sometimes wished that I were wholly free Of faith because it was to me all fears,   Unhappiness and,...
Tents are not Homes

Tents are not Homes

This wilderness falls on my way and though a wanderer like Jacob  of old here I cannot stay. I remember John the Baptist who chose for his home the wilderness;   I remember too the wild sweetness that I have tasted there in these seasons and the temptation to...
Religion is over

Religion is over

The last quarter of the moon of Jesus gives way to the dark…   Religion is over and what will emerge from the body of the new moon, no one can say. But a voice sounds in my ear: Why so fast, mortal? These very seas are baptized. The parish has a...
Nuclear God?

Nuclear God?

It is not clear that he can’t speak; who created languages but God?   . . . We call him the dumb God with an effrontery beyond pardon. Whose silence so eloquent as his? What word so explosive as that one Palestinian word with the endlessness of its...
No Shore in Sight

No Shore in Sight

If you can stay in the midst of the turmoil unperplexed and calm because you see Jesus, that is God’s plan in your life. Not that you may be able to say, ‘I have done this and now it’s alright.’ We have an idea that God is leading us to a...