And Who Might They Have Sent
And who might they have sent, that holy trinity of a jazz trio improvising with intent, to carry you from this home to that? No fluffy cloud, rose-tinted for you or childish cherubs with useless little wings.
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Compassion-20: The Disarming Virus
When the virulence leaves and the old life returns with its morning Starbucks, frozen DiGiornos, bullish NASDAQ, droning CNN, when spiky fears retract their bloody mandibles and head back to their cloudy houses, when the Grand Princess is fully booked and the fans return to T-Mobile Park, what will have been learned from the demonstration of bodily democracy?
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Welcome to Hamilton
Welcome to Hamilton. You’re going to love it here. Welcome to the top of the Wentworth Steps, which is one of five staircases up the escarpment. This used to be the top of the Wentworth Incline Railway which ran from 1895 until the 1930s. Welcome to the traditional territory of the Haudenosaunee and Anishnaabe nations; the Six Nations of the Finger Lakes area of New York, the Anishnaabe from farther north, in the land of the Dish With One Spoon wampum agreement. This is this dish, lying spread out before us. You’ll be dining from this dish.
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‘Vancouver Lights’
One day in 1941 the poet Earle Birney was mountain climbing outside Vancouver. Arriving at the summit just after nightfall, Birney surveyed the city below and fearfully watched the lights go off until it was completely dark.
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The Waters of Gratitude
I’m still stuck on this poem by Mary Jo Leddy that I shared here several months ago. Somehow this Catholic nun/neighbourhood builder/writer/refugee advocate has packed all the lessons God’s trying to teach me right now into two lyrical stanzas.
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Warning
Poem and photo.
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Genesis 1: Reflection
Artful Eye poem
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New light for the old dark
Sometimes, new light comes among us as something small. Just a little flicker against a large landscape. A listening, a hope. It can begin with one, but catches and around it, a community collects. Then, in togetherness, hope strengthens and grows into faith. The old dark still surrounds it, but now there is light.
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Terpstra’s transcendent Mischief
There you have it – a fair sampling of John Terpstra’s latest honest, introspective offerings. Mischief reveals his deep heart and spirit, is well-worth buying and reading alongside Psalms of repentance and confession.
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Beatitudes without attitude
Blessed are the bakers: that is obvious.
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Art | Arts & Culture | Poetry
When Waters Rise
When Waters Rise painting and Advent Poem
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Sabbath’s Slack Time
Poem and painting
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