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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