Poetry

We tell the story to one another again in darkness when all our city's flames are fluttered out.

We must not make the maquette.

Holy Spirit guide her through her wilderness.

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.