Poetry

We must not make the maquette.

If Mary Oliver was right, and their south-bound invitation is simply to love what you love, perhaps it's okay to love the north, the cold, and winter too.

But how can I do this without community, without worship, without routine?

You place your hand on the pulse of the congregation, the nation, the world.

Richard Rohr says liminal space is "When you are between your old comfort zone and any possible new answer ... the sacred space where the old world is able to fall apart, and a bigger world is revealed."

Connections, both simple and complex, can happen in a second.

There are as many different love songs out there as there are relationships.

Oh, whoever lit this winter sun must also love love.

The carvings, the windows filled with story. Flames and lilies at the altar, these too from Scripture.