For Lori Jane, 1963-2013. We will miss your light.
At the end of the big dipper is the North Star.
It has a name.
Like she who has a name,
who shone brightly but
whose light has gone dim,
if only until we name the others.
For Lori Jane, 1963-2013. We will miss your light.
At the end of the big dipper is the North Star.
It has a name.
Like she who has a name,
who shone brightly but
whose light has gone dim,
if only until we name the others.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too.
Revitalizing the Christian imagination through painting, poetry, music, and more
Ancient Wisdom for Modern Seekers
Writing from the In/Between
Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
from liquid courage to sober courage
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
...in such kind ways...
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Blog for poet and singer-songwriter Malcolm Guite
…in the thick of things
REFLECTIONS & REVIEWS
Seeking that which is life giving.
… hope is oxygen
Rob's Lit-Bits 
Oh, oh – is this the friend you were concerned about?? Beautiful words, Rob…
Actually, no. This was an alto in my choir who has seen little other than tragedy for over a year. Then this. God’s compassion in her case was to scoop her up and begin the eternal embrace.
So much sorrow, so little time..
Indeed. Well said.