By Kate Kennington Steer — Prayer the church’s banquet, angel’s age, God’s breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heav’n…
Today is Blue Christmas! Enjoy this post by Kate Kennington Steer — ‘I follow light’ This darkness is a rope, not a prison: hand over hand I haul myself in…
By Kate Kennington Steer — Where do I start writing about where to start? My jobs list for ‘post Christmas’ already ran at two pages before Advent had begun. I…
By Kate Kennington Steer– It’s so delicate, the light. And there’s so little of it. The dark is huge. Just delicate needles, the light, in an endless night. And it…
by Kate Kennington Steer Although the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined house. Izumi Shikibu (974?-1034?) Jane Hirshfield/Mariko Aratani Jesus sat…
by Kate Kennington Steer, images by Kate Kennington Steer This Sunday marks the end of the liturgical year, and it is a festival about which I have always been highly…
by Kate Kennington Steer, all photos by Kate Kennington Steer, used with permission O most noble Greenness, rooted in the sun, shining forth in streaming splendor upon the wheel of…
by Kate Kennington Steer. I would like the angels of Heaven to be among us. I would like an abundance of peace. I would like full vessels of charity. I…
By Kate Kennington Steer This month I am reading Keith Anderson’s book ‘A Spirituality of Listening: living what we hear’ and I am reminded that the world is simultaneously much…
By Kate Kennington Steer Just hearing the question ‘what do you hunger for?’ is in itself enough to spark a mini-cascade of doubt, and a landslide of panic and guilt…
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