We come with no knowledge to this place and share nothing with each other of the essential key that grows inside us like a living being, limned…… Read more “Connection and Peace.”
you reach out a hand to pull sky down, stars, yes the heavens themselvesare but bread to you, so you break it,break it all upon the ground,…… Read more “Capital”
A Gift Just when you seem to yourselfnothing but a flimsy webof questions, you are giventhe questions of others to holdin the emptiness of your…… Read more “Levertov, Dust”
I cannot write. Cannot write, cannot write cannotwritecannotwrite.There is nothing to say, it’s all been read,saidanddone. I cannot writeright: my idealism won’t countenance these mongrel awkwardnesses, won’tafford…… Read more “Today”
my brain bendsbars of lightwith aplomb, shifting universea simple excercise inrelativity; no excusefor helplessness c. Kate Gough Photo by Jordan Johnson on Unsplash
‘soul not found’
so much laughter…
A New Proposition
-- "Faith is not being sure. It is not being sure, but betting with your last cent... Faith is not a series of gilt-edged propositions that you… Read more "A New Proposition"
A Man For All Seasons.
The Position of Rule: A Richly Embroidered Tapestry and a Decision of Foundation Looking at the interplay of rule, or politics, and faith, it would appear that…… Read more “A Man For All Seasons.”
A Legend & A Life Story: Who was Saint Francis of Assisi?
A Legend and A Life Story: Who was Saint Francis of Assisi? St. Francis of Assisi’s spiritual life was unfathomable even to those around him while he…… Read more “A Legend & A Life Story: Who was Saint Francis of Assisi?”
(Or Tolerance, in the common tongue) No one can be commended any longer for instilling values in others – least of all the young and impressionable. We…… Read more “theMechanics.Of:ceratlone —”
Elie Wiesel and Theodicy A reflection paper turned in to Professor Thompson By Kate Huffman (Mary Kathryn Gough) / REL 131 4/12/04 This paper will respond to…… Read more “Night *”
The tree outside my windowis mottled with rot, its green and yellowleaves so lush andvibrant with life now showbrittle, brownish black; Nature’s markedsuicidal, burning holes in her…… Read more “Nature’s Marked”
a dusky-green hilltop at midnight,on my back in prickly grass, gasping forair, and wiping the sparkling sea out of my eyesi feel the evergreenssparsely gathered here by…… Read more “Earth”