I, who live by words, am wordless when I try my words in prayer. All language turns To silence. Prayer will take my words and then Reveal their emptiness. The stilled voice learns To hold its peace, to listen with the heart To silence that is joy, is adoration. The self is shattered, all wordsContinue reading “Word”

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones will break my bones But words will never harm me. This well-known ditty was first published in 1862 in the African Methodist Episcopal Church journal, The Christian Recorder. It’s purpose was to empower children in the face of name calling, to help them keep their good nature and resist retaliation. I’m notContinue reading “Sticks and Stones”

The Word

How Wonderful! I speak of the soul and seven people rise from their chairs and leave the room, seven others lean forward to listen. I speak of the body, the spirit, the mockingbird, the hollyhock, leaves opening in the rain, music, faith, angels seen at dusk—and seven more people leave the room and are seenContinue reading “The Word”