Questions & Answers

Breathless sleepless we rush through the night Emmaus to Jerusalem borne by message more than muscle to burst in at last and shout he's risen then dripping, spent, we gasp our story .

   Pre-mist    pre-mud not part of Adam's dreaming wait finitely cocooned in weave of time,    I do not seek eternity    through metamorphosis. When God said, "Let us make man in our image," I was,    and as He is eternally I am, I am eternally conceived in day too clear for dreams.

Father: Help us today to let thought run spring-free buoyant clear child-eyed light-winged out of the woods that would stifle Your ideas. So Love-drawn—Truth-borne We released move on out into the field harvest-ready waiting mother-patient to be reaped with joy untrembling! The way? Yours to point out ours to see.

I find myself in a desert, my thoughts elemental—cleansed as pure forms shaped by God's wind. In this silence I have heard His voice and I have forgotten loneliness.

is like a game of catch— the easy back-and-forth of an unscored ball. No points counted.

A great work, prophethood. But now Elijah, sunk beneath that load, despaired, sought the wilderness.

Today, someone passed by, crying. It could have been you, or it could have been me, but it wasn't.

For far too long I played host to a problem That I thought was up to me to solve. I wrestled with it daily— Denouncing, entreating, resenting it.

When thinking of Church do we see landscape, building, and discrete mortal consciousnesses, which must be linked by material modes? Or do we see a spiritual structure? Everyone receptive to the Christ grows spiritually. And everyone who grows, even in small degree, participates in healing.

When foot falls short of spoken thought, do not, for charity, cry "Pharisee!" Thought, leading foot, finds star and then the slow foot comes where longings are. God shines on thought that foot may know the way to go.