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There’s just one shower here at our new old farm house and it stands about three feet high over an ancient porcelain tub. It’s quirky, you might say, just the sort of thing to inspire a little poetry, and here’s a case where one poem popped up...
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Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link. Simone Weil I...
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“So, how do you pray right now?” she asks, “Mostly prayers on the fly?” “Yes,” I say, thankful to hear that my repetitive refrains of “please, please, please” count for something. ...
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The realtor’s car flew along green fields and over rolling hills. Seated in the back seat, a small and simple prayer formed in my mind. Looking up and out the wide, flat glass of the windshield, I glimpsed a cherry-red Cardinal...
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I slide carefully crafted prayers under heaven’s door – reasonable requests plainly scrawled on flat, white sheets of paper. These, God takes and turns, fold by fold, into something new, sending them back in the...
