Be Melting Snow

Totally conscious, and apropos of nothing, you come to see me. Is someone here? I ask. The moon. The full moon is inside your house. My friends and I go running out into the street. I’m in here, comes a voice from the house, but we aren’t listening. We’re looking up at the sky. My pet nightingale sobs like a drunk in the garden. Ringdoves … Continue reading

Psalm 62

For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken. How long will all of you attack a man to batter him, like a leaning wall, a tottering fence? They only plan to thrust him down from his high position. They take pleasure in falsehood. They … Continue reading

A Poem by St. John of the Cross

His experience of the soul’s seeking, and finding, its Beloved God… One dark night, fired with love’s urgent longings -ah, the sheer grace!- I went out unseen, my house being now all stilled. In darkness, and secure, by the secret ladder, disguised, -ah, the sheer grace!- in darkness and concealment, my house being now all stilled. On that glad night, in secret, for no one … Continue reading



  Everything, everywhere, always, changes. Everything, everywhere, always, ends. You can hold tight, but time is a grease; and Heraclitus never stands in the same river twice. It’s not the same river and he’s not the same man. So give thanks for today.     … Continue reading



A thousand thoughts, my mind splinters, scatters. Fleeting. Searching for importance I paddle through this bog; I seek shelter from an electrical storm of firing synapses. Neurons, chemicals, signifying nothing. Give me rest. What matters? Give me focus. Vanity of vanities.  Will my life count?  Will I pass the test? Let my consuming dream be a verdict: “Well done.” . … Continue reading

Instruments of Peace

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love.  Where there is injury, pardon.  Where there is doubt, faith.  Where there is darkness, light.  And where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to … Continue reading