By Catherine Lawton — Look at Me! “Look at me, Cathy.” Downcast, ashamed, I shrank from seeing my father’s disappointment, his sadness, maybe anger. I was little; he was big.…
By Catherine Lawton — Not as many May first flowers here as in places where I lived as a child. There, roses burst, clambered, and climbed already, enough garden posies…
By John Birch — Thank you Lord that when we are feeling proud, arrogant, beyond reproach, pleased with ourselves, self-sufficient in all our ways, you remind us that for people…
By Catherine Lawton — We grieve when snow falls on Good Friday eve. What about the greening, the beginnings of spring? when like manna fallen from Heaven– “My body broken…
By John Birch — When hearts are willing but our minds distracted by the world in which we move, forgive us. When our souls are thirsty and we drink from…
By Talitha Fraser — I have been living in intentional community with refugees and asylum seekers since 2012. You know you’ll learn a lot from such an experience but what…
By Jenneth Graser — Last week being 17 January 2019 and also my birthday, I was drawn to a particular picture quote to post to Mystic Prayers (a Facebook community…
By Ana Lisa de Jong — CHRISTMAS BEEN Christmas is for a moment the veil lifted, the light of Christ appearing through the mist. The bright glow of a candle…
Today’s poems are by African American theologian Howard Thurman (November 18, 1899 – April 10, 1981) an influential American author, philosopher, theologian, educator and civil rights leader. He was Dean of…
