Perspective And the mountains rose and eroded completely and the great sea flooded all and the great sea left and the great sea flooded and left again and the land was forced up, and then pulled from both sides until...

A Blessing Poem The peace of loneliness be with you The peace of the far-from-home The peace of small things intricately woven like those moments in time that come out of nowhere small and bright and eternal The peace of...

Boulder Mountain We ask How did I end up here? or wonder why we don’t fit in our family. Later we might say these are my people, or this life is what I should have been doing all along, or...

Sabbaths - VII Again I resume the long lesson: how small a thing can be pleasing, how little in this hard world it takes to satisfy the mind and bring it to its rest. Within the ongoing havoc the woods...

THE WORDS THEY SING It's the words that sing, they soar and descend. . . . I bow to them . . . I love them, I cling to them, . I run them down, I bite into them, I...

Today The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere a signal arrives: “Now,” and the rays come down. A tomorrow has come. Open your hands, lift them: morning rings all the doorbells; porches are cells for prayer. Religion has touched your throat. Not the...