Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known…
Mountain-shaped silhouettes
Mark the the tall pale stalk
Of a spent yucca:
Are these its last lines of praise
For the land where it stands?
“I’m worth as much as you,” while true, Yearns upward much as Eve’s son Cain; and vainforever proves such self-promotion.
read moreA Story Poem for Proper 16, connecting the question, “Who do You Say that I am?” with Romans 12.
read moreA poem written by Luis G. Collazo, From Puerto Rico.
A critical presentation on American way of life
from a theological -ethical perspective
Published on the online newsletter/blog of John Shelby Spong, www.johnshelbyspong.com “I want to share with you something written by a priest in the Church of England, who is under pressure from his Bishop to conform to traditional Church teaching and practice. He is, so far as I can discern, a faithful priest who is caught in that awkward position where he must violate his own conscience and integrity in order to conform to ecclesiastical expectations. Many clergy live in that place today as the Church becomes more and more closed minded and afraid and as its leaders move to put unity ahead of truth. I was so impressed with his work that I wanted to share it with you.” ~ John Shelby Spong
read moreShort Poem "Current Present Task" from the book, "Throwing Away God" by Joseph Mattioli
read moreFiery Spirit of Love, Come, O Lover of the Poor…
read moreby: Langston Hughes
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