There are times when faith does not seem real. For me, it’s most of the time. But there are times when grace emerges like the sun chasing off the dark and cold.
Ariadne’s Thread
Author: psalteryandlyre
Out of Egypt
How to re-yeast the daily / flatness of bread and wine?
Psalm 152 (A Song of Ascent)
lovely Lois / got mean, / / the kindness stuttered / right out of her, / a resentful tremolo
Q&A
I know that Charlie, Millie's husband, has been dead for four years, but she isn't able to lacerate new events into the flesh of memory.
After Easter
The airy headroom, where the egg flattens, / that's where you begin.
Stations of the Cross
My teacher handed me the coloring book / and a pack of Crayola, said stay in the lines. / / I turned the pages, flimsy kid paper, / not strong enough to hold these pictures, / / these images outlined in thick black, / Christ’s hard journey to Golgotha.
Spring, Orcas Island
Mud / / in abundance spatters every / coat. These low and lively clouds / fill the world with their scuttle
News from the Underground: Volcano Aftermath
Maybe the kingdom of / heaven curves inward, like four front teeth, gnawing
Safer
on that very dark, very icy / winter night in the woods
Psaltery & Lyre 